Some smiles bewitch
Only when all lights go out
Halloween magic!
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Your eyes enchant
Our love shimmers through them
Feral and fiery!
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Haiku inspired from Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ‘Bewitched.‘ Thank you.
Wishing everyone a wonderful Halloween.
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This journey began
One fine day,
When destiny put us together
In this boat of life
Your love guided us
Your calmness charmed,
Your patience bore us through
All those scary storms.
The dazzling rays of sun
Had to pierce through you,
To reach me, while
The moonlight was all mine.
The rain couldn’t soak me
The storm couldn’t poke me
As you always stood there
Like a protective shield.
We have come a long way
Time has come to hold hands
To feel the real relationship
To savor our companionship.
How can I thank you?
For making this journey
So cushy, so loving,
I didn’t need God
As He is always there, with me.
© Balroop Singh
The above poem, written in 2012, is an excerpt from one of my poetry books.
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I know this path too well
I’ve walked and crawled
I’ve been bruised
My bleeding feet ferret out thorns.
I refuse to retreat
My resolve stays firm
I am not taking any turns
I know nothing would change.
Let’s turn the page and write again
Let’s forget the past and embrace pain
If you walk with me
All chains fall apart.
Our fear of losing love is a lie
Our quest for peace is still alive
Shadows of doubt may lurk
Our promises extend beyond qualms.
Your love may have changed its connotation
My love carries the same formation
Time may have diluted its colors
Who can compete with this tyrant?
©Balroop Singh
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At last I am here. Eyes brimming, I look at the stairs, worn by the vagaries of time but flanked with love by Mother Nature. Do you think you could guess my ecstasy? Never. Not even my soul mate could feel the flutter of my heart. Holding hands we look at the steps as I hurtle back in time and he gently embraces me.
“Thank you,” the words are muffled in my throat. I had yearned for this day. Recurring dreams evoked me to come here. We had planned this visit for ages. A visit I would cherish for the rest of my life. A visit that brought me back to my childhood. I am thrilled that the stairs have not been altered, each one holds my steps – tells a story of those carefree days, each one reverberating the games we played – running up and down, skipping two or four – the center of competition for the children of the house, each one a promise to self.
Time flew and exhilarating on the wings of youth, I went up to university and lost touch with those little moments of sitting on the stairs to share stories of the day, to watch stars and sing songs, oblivious of the world.
Grandpa was a youngster when he admired the construction workers while his dad was away at work. He would rush home after school to see how each brick was laid. He had told us all the stories of getting inspired from the workers he observed. He aspired to be like them. The charm of his stories and his loving face was associated with these stairs. A heart-warming memory.
Emotions overwhelm me as I step on the stairs that nurtured me; that gave a spring to my steps and taught me to climb higher. I did but I left them behind. Almost forgot about them. I sit and share many stories that I had buried into the fissures of my heart and realize how tiny moments are more precious than achievements of life – in fact they mold us. A cheerful and free childhood is a blessing.
The blue door opens and children rush out to play games on the stairs. They look at us curiously as if we were blocking their playground. We stand aside and watch – games never change.
© Balroop Singh
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He sits at the beach. Alone, abandoned. The glistening sea seems to mock at him. The horizon is hazy; the beauty of the beach seems meaningless. The shimmer they soaked in sizzles within.
This sea is never going to be the same. Never. It had swallowed all he had, stripping him of his securities. The waves devoured her and he looked helplessly, shrieks died within his parched throat. He could hear them even in his sleep.
Why he comes back each evening – a question that haunts him. His eyes never seem to tire; he watches each wave with the hope of seeing her, mingled in the elixir that endows us with life! Some ironies are so ambiguous.
People passed by, reveling in their rendezvous with waves but he drowned in the aftermath, struggling to come to terms with a life, bereft of all smiles till this girl shook him.
“Want to be friends?”
He looked at her with blank eyes.
“Why are you sitting here alone?”
“I don’t have anybody. I lost my mother.”
“So what? I lost mine too and there are many who don’t have their moms around them.”
“Is your love so shallow?” he grimaced.
“No, I love myself. My therapist told me to make one new friend everyday and smile at him. I’ve learnt to smile.”
A smile can melt volcanoes. Just one person could change your life.
© Balroop Singh
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Emotional Shadows 