The chains of Maya fall and fade,When on the Lord our hearts are laid.My mind’s been caught by the Guru’s art,His glance has pierced and stilled my heart. I stand in awe, my tongue can’t speak,His Presence floods the soul I seek.No fear, no night, no shadow stays —Just endless Light in endless rays.
Penetrate the mask, peel back the skin,Where Maya dances with her grin.The veil is thin — a hollow trick,Investigate the ancient glitch. The Matrix trembles when you stare,With eyes that blaze, not built to scare.No fear, no flinch — just sacred flame,A Light too bright for them to name. Enter the chamber, torch in hand,With …
A receptacle for reciprocation,Of lifetimes lost in deviation.The vessel of flesh, both gift and test,Carries the wounds… and seeks the rest. Rectification carved in bone,Through karma reaped and seeds once sown.But Light — the Soul — like flame inside,Illuminates where shadows hide. This body walks, but Truth it knows:That every fall is how one grows.Not …
That final breath — a silent call,Not rising high, not bracing fall.It draws in stillness, deep and wide,Where ego breaks… and Truth won’t hide. No scream, no sound, yet volumes heard,Beyond the reach of spoken word.It hushes body, mind, and soul —And hands you back what Maya stole. Not fear, but peace begins to rise,The …
Death doesn’t come with a scythe or flame,But in silence… and sorrow… and nameless name.It whispers not “end,” but “too much to bear” —The ache of a Love that’s no longer there. Not just of body, not just of breath,But the weight of absence — the true cause of death.For what breaks first is not …
They said there’s three, then ten, then more,But numbers crumble at the core.For what you seek can’t fit in lines,It’s deeper than these space-time signs. It loops through loops that birth new loops,Beyond the scopes of science groups.No edge, no end, no final frame,Just Infinite — with no one name. It isn’t flat, it isn’t …
God waits not with chains, but open skies,For man to seek with unveiled eyes.The Third Eye lit, the veil is torn —A soul reborn from Spirit’s dawn. Armed with Naam, each arrow flies,Truth the blade that never dies.Shielded in Waheguru’s flame,Untouched by fear, immune to shame. Let the heavens rain with fire and dread —Still …
Mathematics counts, and physics weighs,Chemistry maps atomic ways.They chart the stars, dissect the brain —But never touch the Inner Flame. For truth, real truth, is not in parts —It sings in silence, lives in hearts.No formula can quite console…What only heals through Science of the Soul. The eyes may scan, the mind may race,But only …
Darkness once emanated from Light,A child of glow, not absence of sight.Not evil born — but form and veil,A canvas where the stars prevail. Without the flame, no shadow bends,Without the Source, no fear ascends.And when we trace it to its start,The dark dissolves — it has no heart. For even night is not untrue,Just …
But You, O God — the Judge so Just,See all we think, and feel, and trust.Not one tear hidden, not one sigh lost —You weigh the soul, and not the cost. I rest in You as newborns rest,Heart to heart and chest to chest.But even that is not enough —For You are both the soft …