The Queen #WDYS

The Queen

Each morning
When eastern rim glows pink,
The queen of flowers spreads her soft hands,
Allures her admirers with her fragrance
to kiss her delicate visage.

She waltzes for a second
To gather the beams of morning sun,
To shake off the the silence of spring dewdrops,
To intoxicate bees and butterflies,
And be the pride of Mother Nature.

Alone she enjoys the moment
With tranquil delight in her eyes,
Lilting with life
She breathes a message of giving,
Giving all that she can offer.

Riding on the wings of spring
She savors the bumblebee’s buzz
Flaunts her seasonal charm
Ephemeral beauty that fades fast
Like a melting candle.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration WDYS #354 photo prompt.

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Behind the Door #WDYS

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Behind the Door

The door that locked me in,
The door that became my canvas,
Ignited my creativity,
Stirred my numb mind,
I’m glad I sat behind this door.

The door that barred my way,
The door that nurtured my mirages,
Peeping outside was a sin.
It taught me to look within.
I’m glad I lived within.

The door that kept beckoning,
The door that argued assertively,
Chasing a false future is futile.
Clinging to past imperfections, pallid.
I’m glad it taught me!

The door that I shunned willingly,
The door that I kept closed
To emerge saner, subtle minded.
Positive vibes carried me far.
I’m glad it nurtured me!

The door that sparked curiosity,
The door that I broke open,
Delusions died with the door.
Realism was stark and stormy.
I’m glad I could break free!

Away from dark corridors of the mind,
Abandoning all fears behind that door.
I move into the realms of my choice,
Into the world of love and peace.
I look forward to the new world!

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt #WDYS 353

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Golden Moments #WDYS

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Golden Moments

When books were my only friends,
my only confidants,
I sat at my desk for hours,
collecting pearls of all the colors.

Pink pearls were fascinating
Invisible within the  words, 
they bled all night
Lending their hues to the paper. 

Behind the blinds,
in the streets, dusk dwelled for a while,
Giggled with the glow worms, 
merged into darkness.

Captivated by the words
I sat, sipping my mocha
sweeter than the stories of eons,
Oblivious of night fairies that beckoned.

Languages bowed before me
I savored their flavors
Those were the golden moments
When history spoke to me.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration WDYS #352.

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#Haiku #WDYS

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A page from Seasons and Crystals

paragon of poise,
image of Mother Nature
breathing restfulness.

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clasping trees glimmer
in the misty morning breeze
a glorious sight.

***

Mother Nature’s shears 
protect one and all alike 
with serene blessings.

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joyous moments pause,
memories peep from the seats
little reminders.

***

drenched in divine, 
we walk through the paths of life
an exquisite joy.

***

a dreamy silence
envelops the land of love
love lores imbue it.

© Balroop Singh

An excerpt from My new poetry book, these haiku perfectly fit Sadje’s photo prompt #WDYS – 351.

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#Dreams #TankaTuesday

Dreams

The dream of my life was to fly with the clouds, drape their colors, adapt their shapes, hover and glide over the woods and valleys that I would love to visit. I couldn’t dare to share these desires. Now they have found their way through crevices of my heart and mind. Are they symbolic of portents of possible happenings? They boost my creativity in the middle of the night.

dreamers know no fears
don’t rush to open new doors.
they soar above them
and land wherever they like.
maps become superfluous. 

© Balroop Singh

An excerpt from my new release just fits the #TankaTuesday prompt of Yvette, this week. Here is the link to look inside My new poetry book

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