Towards Love And Light – Gold – #writephoto

golden-dawn

‘Just few more steps…just a few…
Keep calm… move slowly
One step at a time
And you would be there’

Out of this weary world
Into the luminous land of peace
I can see the blazing light
Beckoning, inspiring, exhorting

Just one more step…
Frightening forces can’t fetter me
No more of these baleful blisters
This lull seems real

This is the defining moment
The sky stands with open arms
A new dawn is guiding me
Out of this ignominious desolation

All directions are conceding peace
Each step towards love and light
Welcome to this halcyon harmony
Conferred by Mother Nature!
© Balroop Singh
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A special note of gratitude to Sue Vincent for another captivating #photoprompt.

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The Joys of Celebration

Joys Of Celebration

Today I was rummaging through my archives to look for something connected with celebrations and realized that I haven’t written anything about the joys of celebration. But I never considered myself to be a serious writer when I took part in ecstatic celebrations.

I didn’t bother to record those exquisite moments. Life just passed by like a whirlwind, so did the moments of joy but memories do percolate within us and I am glad they keep coming back.

Do joys drown in the years that pass by? Do we get jaded with celebrations? Some serene faces loom on the canvas of my mind, reminding me of the calm pleasure, which could only be seen and felt. Have I joined that band?

Have I understood the difference between getting charmed or entertained and deriving eternal pleasure from moments of celebration?

While we celebrate with fireworks, wine, food, hugs, gifts… what stays with us is the feeling, the emotion, the reverence we had experienced at that moment.

Realities and reflections merge to infuse new light and energy into us…we look forward to more occasions, more such moments.

A true celebration is that wondrous moment, which we had been yearning for, standing before us, beaming at us and asking what now…that sweet melody we hear within us when we accomplish our goal, that song which erupts in our heart when we see a dream fulfilled, that shimmer we see at the face of our little one when we smile at her little feats and big endeavors.

All the magnificently wrapped gifts fade in front of emotional joys we experience in the company of family, friends and a life brimming with contentment.

Do you value the gifts that come free with life?

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Hues Of Humanity

smoke

Living in caves for centuries
We promised we would dwell together
That incandescent light is but a deception
You said…Light of love is the real light

Your attraction to the allusive world
Carried you far from me
You got mired in materialistic chase…
Endless endeavors of plunder, triumph…

Love got buried within the stones
Smoky glow sheathed its purity
Open skies and rainbows ensnared you
Far better than tunnels of simplicity

Humanity crawls within them
I am glad it is breathing bleakly
Burdened by burgeoning delusion
Of understanding mysterious modern hu..man.
© Balroop Singh

A special Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring #photo prompt.
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This Fall Is More Blissful

fall

The fall adds wings to my words
The soft swish of breeze carries them away
Floating down merrily, they smile at me
And dance around with glee.

The ‘J’ of joy, the ‘M’ of melancholy
The ‘S’ of solitude, the ‘T’ of twilight
The ‘H’ of hope, the ‘C’ of calmness
All merge into each other

Enhancing the beauty of brilliant decay
Colors of fall highlight each ray
Of sun to inspire thoughts of twilight
Of forbearance, of change, of new days

At night the frightening wind
Brings sweeping somber thoughts
Of chilly gusts, of lonely nights
A yearning yells at those sights…

To get away, to stay adrift, to disengage
All those memories glide softly back
Into those enclosed caskets
Never shall I excavate.

This fall I am burying them deeper
This fall is more buoyant, more blissful
The resilience rests on my brow
The happiness lives with me now

In my thoughts, in my loving home
In all seasons, even in this fall
It brings sweet memories of moments dear
My words fly now with the same cheer.

© Balroop Singh

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One of my favorite poems, I am sharing it again as many of my new friends may not have not read it.

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Do We Do Everything For Our Own Selves?

People do everything for their own self. When somebody said this to me long ago, I had dismissed the thought as useless banter, completely convinced that all we do is not just for ourselves. There are friends and family and bosses who receive our love, attachment and services.

I have seen my aunt working all day, doing all household chores with a smile, answering all my innocent questions why she didn’t get any time to rest and why she doesn’t get tired! She didn’t seem to work for her own self…one more convincing thought that reinforced that we don’t do everything for our own selves!!

Probably I wasn’t mature enough to understand or I didn’t want to. She worked all day because she didn’t have a choice. She had to make her place in the family she got married into. Those were the times when women who thought for themselves; got kicked out of the house they were married into.

This thought reverberated in my mind recently when I went to see a very sick friend who could barely recognize me or talk to me. As she lay there, struggling to talk to me in unrecognizable syllables, I felt so helpless. To be honest, I felt most uncomfortable and wanted to get out of her room as quickly as possible. I asked myself…‘what am I doing here?’

The answers that I tried to draw out of me were quite surprising and enlightening. ‘It was my moral duty.’ ‘I wanted to show I cared.’ ‘It was expected of me.’

All of them connected with me! Had I done this for my pride, my own ego and myself, in order to escape my own distress? Did I visit her for my own peace of mind?

Was it what experts call ‘psychological hedonism?’

Eager to seek more answers I went to the ultimate savior – ‘Google’ and discovered that Thomas Hobbes, the seventeenth century philosopher believed that ‘our self-interest reigns supreme in all our acts.’

I have spent many days pondering, watching, understanding and analyzing…small children grab and push to get their little goals accomplished, they refuse to share and have to be repeatedly told that sharing is a virtue. Siblings vie with each other to prove their worth, probably impelled by an innate competitive spirit.

Sportsmen do the same and even can hurt the players of another team to win.

We donate only those things, which we don’t need. Even those rich who donate liberally to exemplify their generosity make it a point to highlight their kind acts in one form or the other. All charity is done to satisfy our own ego, to gain recognition, fame and respect.

Are empathy, compassion and altruism mere words, which may compel us to put up a façade of humanity to alleviate the agony of others?

All we do for others can be summarized under three headings:

  • Moral duty, which we have to perform for our family and friends
  • Expectations of others to show that we are successful and working
  • Self-satisfaction

“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.” ― Aldous Huxley

All spiritual gurus and scriptures tell us that attachments are mere illusions. The sooner we detach ourselves from worldly possessions, the better it would be!

This paradox of accomplishing and then giving up with a smile and satisfaction has always confounded me.

Just look within and introspect! Ask this question to your inner self: ‘what have I done for others?’ I know many answers would crop up immediately but consider before blurting out…was it selfless? Did you do any good without expectations?

I agree with David Hume, “ There is some benevolence, however small, infused into our bosom; some spark of friendship for human kind; some particle of the dove, kneaded into our frame, along with the elements of the wolf and the dove.”

We have been trying to evolve into better beings. Good thoughts do influence us. Positivity does bring the best out of us but we need constant reminders so that those elements of ‘wolf,’ which are kneaded into our DNA, can be kept under wraps.

Many questions remain unanswered. Let’s discuss them in the comments section.

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