Category: Poetry

Earth and Sky

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Misty Mountains
Pixabay image by fermiart

Misty mountains beckon
Slippery stones scare
Where clouds adorn the valley
Illusionary world comes alive here

Rivulets dance with abandon
Sunbeams play a dazzling game
Songs of nature mystify you
Tricky pathways meander

Dew never dries here
Fragrance floats forever
Positive vibes permeate around
Seeping within your soul

Where we could touch the mist,
Inhale tranquility of waning light
Be one with the dreamy duo –
Earth and sky

Heaven below our feet, grandeur above
Purging all our doubts
Silence speaks in thousand dialects
Concert only senses could hear!
© Balroop Singh, June 2019

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Words Bind us in a Strange Bond…

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I have never come across a more comprehensive analysis of my poetry. This review of my latest poetry book ‘Timeless Echoes’ at insaneowl.com by Fiza Pathan has enlightened me about my own poems! I am amazed at her interpretations and had to go back to those poems to understand them anew after reading her thoughts about them. I have realized how vague thoughts speak differently to readers, refreshing their own memories!

‘My First Love’ is one such abstract poem, where my love for books is expressed through metaphors but has been construed differently. I am delighted to note that my poetry has been called “therapeutic,” “a soothing balm to the spirit of a poetry lover.”

Though Fiza has copyrighted her review, I take this liberty to quote her:

“These poems are tender, soothing and beautiful, and a must read for all of us poetry lovers stuck on our old memories and times not forgotten. I really think Balroop should go in for poetry therapy because her poems really are like the soothing touch of a grandmother’s gentle hand on a fevered brow.”

Thank you so much Fiza, for your critique. We may be sitting at the extreme corners of the globe but words bind us in a strange bond.

Please click here to read the full review of Timeless Echoes by Fiza Pathan.

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Who Can Suppress Love?

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Wicker figures
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

Their frenzy whirled with them
Eons of wilderness within
Seasons watched in awe
Shrubs shrank to pay obeisance

Berry Terry and Merry,
The silent survivors of friendship
Who couldn’t convince the world
How dance drew them together

Frowned upon and hacked
They didn’t leave though
Love for dance still binds them
With eerie elongated arms

Free from societal ensnares now
Unseen by brutal beasts
They meet at their favorite haunt
And dance each night to glory.

Who can suppress love?
© Balroop Singh, May 2019

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #photoprompt Wicker

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My Mother #HappyMothersDay

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My Mom

Who never wore armor
But is an epitome of strength
Who never wore a make-up
Yet her beauty is admirable

Who could digest rudeness
And forgive her perpetrators
Who could keep turmoil within
Alone, on dark dreary days

Who could rise from the abyss of grief
And sacrifice all her desires
Who possessed the mettle to push
The hungry wolves away!

Who could use any curse word
To keep you on the right track
Who forgot to smile
Yet could raise happy kids

Who has never said ‘I love you’
But depth of her love is immeasurable
Who could knock off societal diktats
To nurture the dreams of her children.

No judgments could waver her confidence
No despair could drown her fortitude
Raging circumstances steeled her
To endow her with incredible power.

She redefined the power of women
She lived through difficult times
Please don’t criticize her
You can never fathom her strife.

Who are you to judge her?
You don’t even know a moment,
Millions of which seared her soul
Yet it glistens brighter.
© Balroop Singh, January, 2019

send me flowers while I am alive

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In Love with Myself…

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Pixabay image by Brigitte Werner

I had dreams and desires
Aspirations to excel
To acquire Midas’ touch
To accomplish the abstract

I pushed my way through
Deep valleys to rumbling clouds
Undeterred by lightning
Fervidly seeking success

But I soared too high
Forgetting Icarus
I opted to be a superman
I have no regrets though.

Emotionless I dwell alone
Proud of my intellect
Dexterous and adept trailblazer
I breathe action

Spring no longer sings for me
Love seems meaningless
Compassion – a remote possibility
Wisdom – my forte!

I can detect hypocrisy
All lies stand exposed before me
I can vanquish fear and faith
I am generation NEXT.
© Balroop Singh, May 2019

Inspired from D. Wallace Peach’s “Monthly Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.” Please hop over to her blog to read more and get inspired.

Thank you Diana, for a thought-provoking  #WritingPrompt.

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