You are the mender, the mender of hearts.
You are the sustainer of all.
You are the mender of the wounds of life.
You are the sustainer of all.
In your heart You care for everyone.
Within all hearts, in everyone.
In Your heart You care for everyone.
Within all hearts, within all hearts, You’re there.
O my mind, meditate forever on the One.

You are the mender of the wounds of life.
You are the sustainer of all.
So remember Him who alone will carry you,
Who alone will carry you to your destination.
Meditate forever on the One.
O my mind, meditate forever on the One.

By: Singh Kaur

There have also been several new poems added to the Kaurs United library. Please stay tuned to the website, as many new photographs along with literature will be added onto the site in the coming days and weeks.

There is a really common saying along the lines of, “I do not do anything. Everything is done by Waheguru”. Here is how works and how its misuse is stopped:

Thief : Sir, May I ask you a question?

Judge : Yes, go on.

Thief : Do you believe in Waheguru, Almighty Judge, and that he does everything?

Judge : Yes, I do.

Thief : Then it is wrong for you to send me to jail when everything, you know, is done by Waheguru. He made me commit theft according to His will.

Judge : You are sentenced for two years. Do not blame me for increasing your sentence. This is the will of Waheguru. You know I cannot do anything, everything is done by Waheguru.

Waheguru has given different people, different intellect, different environment, and different physical, mental, moral, and social capabilities. But we cannot ignore the knowledge of good or bad when living this life. An ignorant person can be saved from doing wrong acts. But can that person be saved who knowingly commits sins?

I hadn’t expected it:
I didn’t know you would be there.
A hand,
Reaching through the translucent gray screen,
You stretch towards me.
It’s then when I see:
Your eyes, your eyes, I can see them.
They glow, oh, how they glow,
Lone fireflies, dancing in the late summer breeze.
You close your eyes,
And yet they still glow.

That warmth surrounds me now,
A vibrating hum,
Rhythmic, silent comfort.
The clouds dissipate like cold vapor;
I listen to the grass whisper,
Held in your luminescent gaze.
Light, it liberates me.
Light…

Your glowing eyes, they are my liberation.

Submitted by: Manleen Kaur

Dazed and confused, I sat outside,
Knowing something was wrong

I was sitting outside of the pool, never
Aware that it was there.

Then I saw it, and I jumped in; without a
Thought – without a care.

Suddenly I began to drown, and upon my
Wrist I felt a hand.

It was the Guru guiding me, and from
Then on I swam.

At this point I was just learning, not nearly
Able to swim

But as the Guru swam alongside, I found
Support within

Suddenly Maya came along, and took over
My mind

As Maya pulled, I began to cry, and somehow got left behind

At once, the Grace of Waheguru
Came, and shined within my soul

Finally Maya let me go, and finally I felt whole.

O Sikhs of the Guru, Now is the
Time, to cross the world ocean’s tide

Use sat-Naam as your vessel and
Sat-Guru as your guide.

Submitted by: Anonymous Author

They said, “It’s time to leave, it’s getting worse.
Our wives and children are awaiting our return.”
So they mounted and rode away from the Sun,
Forty souls lost in the dawn,
But the Guru’s mission still carried on.

Before the Guru, the forty came.
He said, “For your destiny, I’m not to blame.
Renounce me now and sign your name,”
And, in their hearts, they knew this chance might never come again.”

You who fear to die today, will you be any more willing tomorrow?
Put your life in the hands of Him who can free you from this world of sorrow.

So they reached their destination sadly.
Their minds troubled, their hearts pounding madly.
And their wives said, “This makes you lower than a worm.
We’ll go and fight ourselves if you don’t return.”
So they prayed, “Lord, give us another turn.”

You who turned your back on the Lord,
Forsaking His holy sword,
The time will come for your sacrifice,
Stand for truth, and give your life, and free your soul.

You who fear to die today, will you be any more willing tomorrow?
Put your life in the hands of Him who can free you from this world of sorrow.

Mai Bhago led them towards the Sun,
Their hearts filled with God’s song.
But the Lord placed a challenge in their journey,
To try their steel, and test their bravery;
And they fought until the last one was overcome.

By: Gurudass Singh Khalsa, Gurudass Kaur Khalsa, and Livtar Singh Khalsa

My skin crawls in anticipation
My head pounds
to the beat of the thousands of feet
and all I want to be is at yours

I engulf myself in my fake skin
trying to disappear from this sea
all who i know, all who know me
but I need to know you

My eyes wander, my heart races
I can’t calm myself
and I know what I need
so my search begins

I close my eyes
and the colours go away
I sing the wonderful words
and I can’t hear the cackles and gossip

So I breathe
and I am calm to the bone
So I sway
and I am free in this dance

And when my eyes open
My world is pulled into
one being and her aura
and I know it’s you

A vision of mercy
knowledge, power
and above all – grace
Glowing sharp in the foggy smudge

Distinct with your black crown
Eyes shut – head bowed
Looking inwards to your soul
The abode of my Beloved

You dedicate every breathing second
Your presence – an inspiration
Your living to serve and obey
You are my Beloved’s lover

Submitted by: D. Kaur

My mom…my queen

Submitted by: Manpreet Kaur

Starting from Bibi Nanki, my Guru Nanak Dev Jee’s sister
All the way to the Khalsa mothers who suffered every blister
Sacrificed their husbands, brothers and sons
Some to cruel swords, others to fanatic guns
Not a single cry was ever heard from their mouth
Their glory is sung today from the north to the south
Not a wrinkle on their foreheads, not a drop in their eyes
Bowing before their feet one sees the seven skies

But today when I look around it pains my soul
Seeing Gurujee’s daughters forget their goal
Disowning their history, faith and culture
Running after lust, that wretched dark vulture
Disrespecting their body in many disgusting ways
Shying away from all of the Eternal Lord’s plays
Losing their purity and then peace of mind
Falling prey to worldly pleasures that later get unkind

I am no one who has any license to teach
Can’t be a preacher as I am myself a leech
But this much prayer I shall offer at your feet
Wishing that someday the Lord we all can meet
This much prayer I offer with folded hands
That your fame stretches across all possible lands
And the last few words that I have got to express
Are from my inner being and not just to impress

Blessed are you, oh Kaur! For you have prepared
Lions for the battle from whom tyrants are scared
Blessed are you, oh Kaur! For yours is the glory
Which strikes terror within the merciless and the gory
Blessed are you, oh Kaur! Unaware of what is pain
Earning for martyrdom, not once but again and again
Blessed are you, oh Kaur! With you is my Guru Gobind Singh
Your True Father, True Mother, and True Eternal King

Feel proud! You are Gurujee’s princesses!

Submitted by: Mehtab Singh

‘Only the brave die a worthy death, they are accepted by the Lord after death.’
(Guru I Vadhans Raag : Guru Granth Sahib Jee)

‘Brave in this world is the one who is coloured by the dye of Nam.’
(Guru V, Jaitsari Raag : Guru Granth Sahib Jee)

‘Nanak says, the bravest of the brave is the one who has overcome inner ego.’
(Guru III, Salok : Guru Granth Sahib Jee)

After Guru Gobind Singh jee, in the 18th Century, the Khalsa had a price on their head in their own homeland of Punjab. They were forced to live on the run in jungles. But, they never shirked their responsibility – they were the police force, they were law and justice – they were God’s Army blessed by Guru Gobind Singh jee.

Awesome Warriors that pounce like panthers,
On mighty battle-horses against Moghul Forces,
An invisible breeze through the Jungle trees
Roar like thunder : God’s Army – Perfect Khalsa!

Khalsa spy in orange, blue and black,
Camouflaged he follows the Moghuls’ track,
Crawling under bushes like a venomous snake,
Perching like a hawk by the side of their Lake,
Hidden in a rock-cave small and compact,
It’ll soon be time, time to attack!

Around the lake like a poisonous snake,
Towards the tents of the Mullah and the Sheik,
Slips by the guards on his silent feet,
Sings Waheguru with each heartbeat,
Quick look left and a sharp look back,
It’ll soon be time, time to attack!

Eagle-eyed he finds the Punjabi pearls,
Kidnapped sisters are now slave-girls,
Chained together inside a dirty tent,
Soon to be owned by a Muslim ‘gent’,
In Afghanastan she’ll be up for sale,
To be wife number 4 of a Muslim male,
In his religion it’s a virtuous thing,
To make a Sikh animal into a Muslim.

Khalsa spy quickly scuttles around
Sketching a map of the enemies ground,
He disappears like a passing breeze
Moghuls think it’s just rustling leaves,
By Guru Gobind Singh’s grace he’ll be back,
Back when it’s time, time to attack!

Mighty Moghul’s fought long and hard today
Against innocent farmers stacking their hay,
Majestic Moghuls say its good for their soul
To slay parents and watch their children groan.
The village was eaten by a monster ‘s desire
The wild orange animal of the Moghuls’ fire.

Handsome Moghuls were so brave and strong,
They raped young girls – it didn’t seem wrong.
After a hard days work they sleep nice and warm,
Unaware of the rising Khalsa storm.

Inside the tent where the prisoners are kept,
Beside the sisters who’ve wept and wept,
Stands Princess Kaur with a saintly face
With her eyes closed in a spiritual place,
‘Guru jee we are your innocent children,
Merciful Master grant us freedom,
Save us from this sordid mess,
O Perfect Protector of the Powerless,
Honour and cherish Your daughter’s right
O Ocean of Love and Unknowable Light,
Bless us with Waheguru’s Naam and might,
Break our chains, make us stand and fight,
Invincible Power no one knows your limit,
Bless us now with Your Fighting Spirit!.

The Moghuls’ yawn at the crack of dawn,
Their blood stained clothes are still battle-torn,
They pray a little if they pray at all,
Swearing and pushing they walk real tall,
They reek of B.O. and have stinking breath,
But that wont be enough to scare away Death!

The Khalsa storm is almost upon their land,
The Goddess of Death is in the Khalsa’s hand,
Guru Gobind Singh jee no one knows Your limit,
The Khalsa is blessed with Your Fighting Spirit!

The Khalsa is beautiful, the Khalsa is bright,
The Khalsa protects and does what’s right,
Looking like mountains, roaring like thunder,
Riding on the wind singing God of Wonder!

Across the rivers and through the valleys,
Chasing the Moghuls like a swarm of bees,
Khalsa spy made them a lovely map,
The Moghuls will fall into a deadly trap.
Hiding in the jungle by the well-walked track,
Waiting for the time, time to attack!

Bahadur Singh, big , brave and strong
Leads 4 Khalsa singing the Naam song,
Riding into the middle of the track,
Infront of the marching Moghul pack.
The Moghuls dogs chase the Khalsa rabbit,
The 5 Singhs ride full of the Fighting Spirit,
Each one disappears into deep dark places,
The Moghuls are surrounded by Khalsa faces!

No place to run now, no place to hide,
Goddess of Death slashes Moghul pride,
Smashed falling heads land with a thud
The jungle ground soaks up their blood,
The Moghuls lived by their sinning culture,
They’re only good for a hungry vulture!

Sweet Princess Kaur with her saintly face,
Thanks Guru jee for his merciful grace,
Guru Gobind Singh jee no one knows Your limit,
The Khalsa is blessed with Your Fighting Spirit!

Submitted by: A. Kaur