How My Love For Words Led Me…

love for words

My love for words dates back to those crazy days of playing word games in school, when we perused our pocket dictionaries to accomplish the challenge of finding new words and guessing the meanings.

Despite those word-challenging games, my vocabulary remained so insignificant that I had to look up simple words like ‘gaunt’ to give the exact meaning to my students.

Can you believe that I have been accused of using difficult words in my poems?

Can you fathom my elation at such a compliment?

It is indeed a compliment for a person who has always struggled with words, who was not that blessed to be surrounded by books as a child, who was always eager to borrow books from the library but had to return them half-read!

My early poetry was very simple.

I had written few lines for my outgoing class:

Wish you love, wish you joy
Wish you all that you try
Guiding you was my goal
Avoiding advice was your role.

Shall I ever forget your faces!
Naughty but calm in all cases
Sometimes pleasant, sometimes killing
Sometimes obstinate, sometimes willing.

That laughter, that mirth
Those tears, those fears
All those hours that we shared
Those moments when you dared
To disagree and disobey
Always with me, they’ll stay.
© Balroop Singh, 1997

I was told that it seemed like some child had composed those lines.

The snub steeled my resolve to keep writing.

I dived into the sea of emotions
Floundering around I met poetry
She smiled at my naivety
But her song soothed my nerves
 
Warbling wistful notes of manumitting
Embracing her all-pervasive freedom
Effacing nonchalant, noxious attitudes
Of those who scoffed at my words
I felt an ebullient moment of accomplishment!

Keeping in mind the words of one of my favorite ghazals, written by Nida Fazli…

“Duniya jise kehte hain jadoo ka khillona hai, mil jaye to mitti hai, kho jaye to sona hai” (Urdu) –  What we call this world is a mystical toy, as useless as dust if you have it but as precious as gold if you lose it. (translated from Urdu)

The enigma of poetry through the wonder of words is thrilling beyond imagination. I keep landing in new worlds, where horizons keep widening and new mysteries keep unfolding. The quest to know more words continues with the encouragement of all of you, dear readers.

April is celebrated as National Poetry Month here and I am inviting all the poets I know to share their views about poetry. If you are interested in participating, please stay tuned. If you want to share your poetry or want to be my guest, you are welcome to contact me.

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Balroop Singh.

A New Horizon

Sunrise
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto Valley

                         I didn’t know this valley
                   The valley you pushed me into
               The valley that glimmers with hope
                  That erases shadowy existence

                   I owe you a special gratitude
                  I am glad I don’t have to walk
                     Into your hollow world
                     Of pretense and glamor

                    I have discovered a domain
                        Of buoyant blessings
                           I walk free now
                    To touch a new horizon 

                   The solace of open skies
             Has melted all anger and anguish
               The caverns that throttled me
                         I can no longer see!  

                 Opportunities are smiling
                    Love is all around me
            Open arms of Mother Nature
        Can descry and dispel despondency.
© Balroop Singh.

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Illusional Calm

landscape
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

                                          I sit in the wilderness
                              Watching each shade shrouding me
                                With your periwinkled love
                              I absorb your storms with serenity
                       The deluge within me is immeasurable

                                       Welcome to my abode
                                  A cauldron of fire and ash
                         Flaunting flames of tranquil passion
                      Tread carefully or you may be charred
                             By timeless tales of disdain

                         You would also find emotions here
                             Floating in the sea of solitude
                     They may break out of embankments
                         But the fall would be cushioned
                          By the spectrum of perceptions.

                      © Balroop Singh

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5-star Book Review for Balroop Singh’s “Emerging from Shadows”

I had to share this as Deborah’s creative presentation of the review of my book is filling my heart with gratitude!

Her succinct style of appreciation is thrilling as well as heart-warming.

Thank you for your kind words Deborah!

bowmanauthor/bowmaneditor's avatarBowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor

Balroop Singh's Book Review, incomplete, 3-18-18

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My Comfort Zone…

I feel most like me…
When I am at home
When I can speak my heart out
Without thinking I would be misconstruedBeauty of buds
When I am surrounded by the people I love
The friends I can trust

I feel most like me
When I bask in the glory of my days
When I laugh like my grand kids
Who add sparkle to my face
When happiness reflects in my eyes
And my heart exults with pride

I feel most like me
When random memories make me smile
When rain drains away emotional dust
That gathers unawares
When my grand son hugs me tight
And whispers… ‘I love you’

I feel most like me
When my words flow like a streamCloudy sky
When my reflections are understood
And touch somebody’s heart
When I have all the time in the world
To look at the stars

I feel most like me
When I am in my comfort zone
When I feel free to take decisions
That I know would be respected
When gratitude percolates within me
And peace pervades around

I feel most like me
When I listen to my inner voice
When I am unaffected by criticism
And stay calm in my heart
When I refuse to be manipulated
And can listen to divine within.
© Balroop Singh

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