12 months

the good ones pictures&poetry a.k

[robert-winchester-novak]

I am a feminist. I’ve been female for a long time now. I’d be stupid not to be on my own side.

Maya Angelou (via robert-winchester-novak)

[imbuedincolour-deactivated20201]

gatka ~ malton nk14  photocreds: kaurcaptures

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words

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fire

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you may beat the drum and proclaim that you rule the universe but without Truth and self-realization death hovers over your head like the rest of us

sabh jag meh dhohi feriay bin navay ssir kaal gurunanak(sriraag)

[muntundhun]

the world is deceived by youth, money, greed and egotism the drug of emotional attachment has destroyed me, just like its destroyed the whole world

dhan joban jjag thugia labh lobh ahunkaar moh thugoli hoi mueesa vartay sunsaar

gurunanak(sriraag)

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the self-abosrbed make fierce plans and calculations about how life will pass but the Universe will take its course no one can estimate it, despite our longings and wishes

munmukh gunhuth gunhavarnhi karta karay so hoi taa kee keemath na pvay jey lochay sabh koi gurunanak(sriraag)

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we praise ourselves and believe that we are the greatest but really, we are unaware of ourselves and thus nothing can be accomplished if you only speak of greatness

sabh salahay aap ko vado vaderi hoi gur bin aap na chiniay kahay suunhay kiaa hoi gurunanak(sriraag)

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everyone begs for happiness no one asks for suffering but in the wake of happiness, there come great suffering the self-abosrbed don't understand this

sukh ko magay sabh ko dukh na magay koi sukhay ko dukh ugla mumukh booj na hoi gurunanak(sriraag)

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the Universal Energy distributes truth and spreads truth one who recognizes the Universal Energy as true that humble being is absorbed in the truth

saach varthay sacha pasaar

parbrhaam jin sach kar jata

nanak so jan sach smata

guru arjan dev

[12monthsco]

in an instant the Divine establishes and disestablishes through the Universal Energy, I frighten you

khin meh thap uthapanhara tis tay tujeh dhravuh ray

guru arjan dev

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those who realize the eternal unchanging knowledge of the Divine they are immortal they cross over the terrifying world-ocean in an instant, the ocean in only a bubble of water

jinoh baath nischal throo jaani taey jeev kaal taey bchaa

tin tareo sumudr rudr khin ik meh jalhar binb jugth jag rchaa

bhatt gayandh

[12monthsco]

when doubts are eliminated then you will be in ecstasy

gayia bharam rehhea parmanandha 

kabeer ji

[12monthsco]

everyone says 'i will die, i will die' but the souls that die with intuitive understanding, become immortal

marno maray khay sabh koiee

sehjay maray amar hoye soiee

kabeer ji

[12monthsco]

the life of my soul is with the Universal Energy

saadha meh eyyh humri jindh

guru arjan dev

[12monthsco]

how do you convince a woman

how do you convince

a woman

that she is a

glowing ball of inferno

that the 

world is afraid of her very existence

because

she has the ability to create 

an army of

lovers&revolutionaries

she can 

tear the universe apart

with her

honey caressed love

how do you tell her

that she is

everything 

without a man

that there is

nothing

stronger than her independence

and patriarchy&misogyny 

could never

touch her tender body

how do you teach her 

to love womanhood&sisterhood

that her body, 

filled with its wonders

are all purely breathtaking

that her hair is the

soul’s way of showing her 

warmth on lonely&cold nights

how do you assure her

that the power 

of the cosmos

belongs to a woman’s mind

because

today is the 

last day

she will believe she is

less

a.k

[12monthsco]

a widow's cry for justice

is it unnecessary attachments

is it ego

when you

demand for your people

is it ever too much

to invest 

in the search

for a sense of 

humanity, equality, sanity

the conclusion I have drawn

is that pain&wanting

like hers

is impossible 

to put into 

words of desperation&metaphors

there is 

nothing that will romanticize 

a widow’s cry for justice

there is nothing that can

mask her

cracking voice

that still 

booms with

every memory she has

etched onto her tongue

but 

she is

done being the victim

there is a thousand things 

she wills to change

with her mahogany cane

her nights are filled with

conversations 

held for her lover

she is

a drop of wild fury

with every crowd she greets

every officer she

repeats her story to

with every longing glance

she stretches to the 

blank faces of the crowd

hoping

that the world would spin

her chunni glimmer

and give her

another glance of her

dead son

maybe her dead father

her dead lover

her dead sister

but 

her Divine is testing her

waiting for her to 

arouse revolutionaries

that will

put their women first

and let them

tear open fresh wounds

because

nothing heals better

than the freshness of pain

that lulls you to sleep

but 

you see

the healing will never cease

we are too afraid

to be alive

to be young

we are afraid to demand

elaborate accommodations for

women that set 

fire to the corpses of their own children

we are afraid to want

freedom within our own anatomy

we still can not agree on

sovereignty

there are a million and one things

our strength can buy

yet we still cower

at the sight of rebellion

the widow

the orphan

the disabled 

will hold on

but eternity is not ours

to hold off

a.k

07/12/13

Sikhs for Justice

The 1984 Genocide Fundraiser

Bibi Jagdish Kaur