VaheGuru Je Ka Khalsa VaheGuru Je Ke Fateh
"With thy lips chant Akaal's immortal name,
With thy mind contemplate the battlefield"
Guru Gobind Singh
my mind screams the call of battle… i have listened
to your call, to all who dare think that they are
worthy… i take that challenge & say that i am
equal… not one drop less than you… i have never
been defeated, i shall never be defeated, for what i
call into this arena is not the conventional safe
forms, but of the fluid lethal art of self
sacrifice… Never to the conformed self… you have
so far only confronted others with yard
gatka(showmanship)… a true warrior sees the fake
from the real, you have so far defeated poor fools(if
they only knew that it was only fog)
i have within my mind vast waves of war, of carnage
everywhere… this is creation from the weapons that i
enter the arena… it is that of the battle… with
all its bravery, its cowardice's, its excitement, its
dread, its strong contrasting forms.. aahhhh the
beauty of it all… this is love too me… After all
true love is the call of battle… it feeds active
rebellion;
Duelling with me, we must go well armed, often with
spare diet, poverty, angry enemies, desertions.
Entering this holy place with me needs the best blood,
endurance; None may come to this trial, till you bring
courage and health.
Come not here if you have already spent the best of
yourself; Only you may come, who come in sweet and
determined bodies; No diseased person-no rum-drinker
or venereal taint is permitted here. Guru's own do not
convince by arguments, similes, rhymes; We will
convince by our presence(else run like cowards)
Listen! let we warn you; I could not offer the old
smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes;
In this duel no armour would be allowed: we will not
be able to protect ourselves with what is called
riches, we shall scatter with lavish hand all that we
earn or achieve during this battle(& ever after), we
will but arrive at the city to which you were
destined-hardly settle ourselves to satisfaction,
before we are called by an irresistible call to
depart(we will live on the saddle), We will be treated
to the crocodile smiles and mocking of those who do
not know the battle that we are waging; What
beckoning of love we receive, we shall only answer
with passionate kisses of parting, We shall not allow
the hold of those who spread their reached hands
toward us…
the duel must remain INTENSE, for if any of these
conditions of war were breached, it would be a sign of
defeat… to die in this battle is too die in
Nirvana… who ever of us would die first, would be
truly blessed… who ever of us would turn away from
this field of battle is truly cursed
Akaal-la! the duel is before us! It is safe-I have
tried it-my own heart has tried it well. be not
detained! no ones losses on this battle field(only
hero's, poets, the finest artist are born here)
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the
book on the shelf unopened!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money
remain unearned!
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer
plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.
My comrade! I give you my hand!
I duel with my love, more precious than money,
I stake myself, before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself?
Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
VaheGuru Je Ka Khalsa VaheGuru Je Ke Fateh
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