Sharing my video poem "Vaisakhi 1699." Special thanks to Kanwar Singh - Sikh Artist (artofpunjab) for allowing me to use the beautiful paintings to visualize my poem. #Vaisakhi #Sikhs instagram.com/tv/CcVmQA_jv8l/

Vaisakhi for Sikhs is not simply a harvest festival bringing prosperity and celebrations; it is a more pronounced reminder when in 1699, Guru Gobind Singh formalized our Sikh identities as Khalsas-- Singhs and Kaurs. Let’s not overlook this. #Sikhs #Vaisakhi

My discussion of November 1984 when the mob came to our house... Source: Parvinder Mehta (2015), Repressive silences and whispers of history: lessons and legacies of 1984, Sikh Formations, DOI: 10.1080/17448727.2015.1099342

What December means…

New Year -- by Langston Hughes The years Fall like dry leaves From the top-less tree Of eternity. Does it matter That another leaf has fallen? #poetry #new year 2025

How do we sell this world to our children? This poem by Maggie Smith is so thoughtful. #poetrylovers

Love your English teachers!

There are 2 kinds of journalists: those who are and those who aren’t … if you are simply a hate monger and wouldn’t even do basic research before posting your hate, you’re doing a disservice to your profession. If you’re a copy paster with no critical thinking…do better!

Words are more than sounds; they are the architects of reality. Empires rise and fall on the weight of a sentence. A kind word can heal wounds unseen, while a careless one can break what was once whole. Silence has its wisdom, but speech shapes the world. Every word you

We will be writing haiku poems in class tomorrow. Can’t wait to listen to my students’ poems!

This is so apt and beautifully expressed!

“Our lives are a battlefield on which is fought a continuous war between the forces that are committed to our liberation and those that are committed to our enslavement.” — Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, Decolonising the Mind Teaching Ngũgĩ's essays has always been thought-provoking. RIP!

For #Sikhs worldwide, #June1984 is indelibly marked as a reminder of one of the many wounds from our collective history. My poem "That Dark Dawn" from my book #OnWingsofWords urges why we should #NeverForget1984 and recalls chardi kalah despite the legacy of wounded histories.

In these 5 years I have made many friends, learned lessons about trust and wondered many times about our humanity and power of kindness. May the next 5 years bring more kindness and inspiration my way! #MyXAnniversary

My poem from “On Wings of Words” on Bandi Chorr #onwingsofwords #sikhpoetry #bandichorrdivas

Sat Sri Akal Dr. Parvinder Mehta ji🙏Thank you for gifting us this soul-stirring poetic masterpiece 💎 "Tassels of Kindness" from On Wings of Words is a divine blessing, weaving the spirit of Bandi Chorr Divas and Guru Sahib legacy into every verse. The call to light the "dazzling fire

My poem "Memory of a Candlelight Dinner" is about those days in November 1984 when we hid in our home ... A painful reminder of a different kind of candlelight dinner. #NeverForget1984

Once again our “PANTHIC POETESS” Dr. Parvinder Mehta has gifted us another masterpiece “ what December means” The month of December reminds us of the immortal battle of Chamkaur Sahib and the unparalleled martyrdom of the younger Sahibzadas who were bricked alive in the walls of

did you know, when you go to your library & ask them to stock a book you'd like to read—that counts as a book sold for the poet & it's free too read for everyone. so if 500 libraries stocked someone's poetry book, that's 500 books sold—& a lot of potential readers!