O Seeker of Truth-

 O Seeker of Truth-

[Motivated by Lal Ded’s philosophy]

O Seeker of Truth, to gain pure awareness,
Free your mind from thoughts, from all weariness.
A realm will dawn where conflicts cease,
The soul aglow in radiant peace.

With purity shining, wise and all-seeing,
It knows the depths of each living being.
To endless calm, the path is shown,
By mastering senses, self-awareness grown.

In moments of light, enlightenment springs,
The Almighty’s grace, such joy it brings.
Blessed by Shiva, I soared with speed,
Through galaxies vast, to fulfil my need.

To the realm where the Lord resides on high,
In the company of saints beyond the sky.
He placed me aboard a celestial boat,
To heavenly joys, I set afloat.

Across the grandeur of heavens wide,
With ecstasy and grace as my guide.
I saw great souls, in shimmering light,
Particles of wisdom, glowing bright.

They blessed me with nectar from divine bowls,
Filling my being, enriching my soul.
My body shone with a glorious glow,
Spiritual kindness began to flow.

In blissful wonder, I danced with delight,
As saints beheld my spirit’s flight.
In heavenly gardens, joy was mine,
Between Godhood and grace, I intertwine.

Oh, joy unending, I’ve reached my release,
My soul liberated, bathed in peace.
A guiding star, steady and bright,
I shine for others, a beacon of light.

The chains are broken, my essence soars,
A star of my clan, I illuminate shores.
With body intact, I’ve achieved my aim,
Eternal freedom, in the Shiva’s name.

In spirituality, Lal of Kashmir shines bright,

Sham, the Shiv Bhakta, walks in her light. 

The Self-A Shining Star

 The Self-A Shining Star

[Motivated by Lal Ded’s vakh]

To conquer the self, each sense in command,
The mind must reign o'er the body’s land.
To ride the steed of boundless grace,
And sail the boat to the heavenly place.
There, in realms of infinite light,
I found the saints, glowing bright.
They gave me nectar from a divine cup,
I drank, and my spirit lifted up.
I danced with joy in the gardens fair,
The bliss of heaven filled the air.
Now I live in peace, content to die,
A shining star in the endless sky.

Sham Misri (Sundra)

Exodus

 Exodus

Fear gripped us, cold as the wind’s hollow moan,
A family trembling, no shield, not one stone.
We fled the green valley, its orchards, its streams,
With hearts like cracked mirrors, unstitched at the seams.

No farewell was whispered, no glance cast behind,
Just the ghosts of our footsteps, erased by the blind.
The earth where we planted, where love first took root,
Now a scar in the memory, a wound left mute.

Never to return? No—never’s too kind.
The past is a country we’re barred to find.

The cold of December, Nineteen Ninety, bit sharp,
A knife in the ribs of the night, dark and charred.
The air clenched to ice—even the winds seemed to mourn,
As if heaven itself wept for the land we had torn.

Could I withstand this cold? My bones screamed No,
But the road stretched before us, relentless as snow.
No ember of mercy, no sign, not a track—
We walked. We were shadows. No turning back.