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Calm
Far away
From the humdrum of life
Is the land we hold sacrosanct
The land of tranquility
Where melodies of nature calm
Reflections gather and glimmer
Dreams bounce with joy
Mother Nature’s sanity speaks
Exquisite moments hold
Positive vibes of life
Connections seem eternal
Ah… the solace solitude brings!
Tranquility we yearn for
In the whirlwind called life
Both the journeys
Come with a price.
© Balroop Singh, November 2018
Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #writephoto Calm
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The Valley Of Happiness
They lived in the valley of happiness
Away from the hypocritical world
A valley, surrounded by flowers
Welcoming rain, sunshine, and snow.
They had braved the storms of life,
They believed in themselves!
Broken dreams didn’t bother them
Happiness was not a destination
It was harmony with their thoughts
It was absorbing the radiance of stars
It was merging into the dark clouds
It was reveling in the glory of the rainbow.
The door to happiness was always ajar
The key to that door… in their hearts
Happiness just sneaked in!
Sometimes the door was left unlatched
Serenity and calmness tiptoed
To warm their hearts with inner peace.
© Balroop Singh
I have shared this again, as it one of my favorite poems from Sublime Shadows Of Life, my debut poetry book.
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Did I Lie?
Did I say I forgave all?
Then why do memories gnaw
Digging deeper at the fissures
Did I say I remain calm?
Then what is this brewing inside
Bursting the seams of my heart
Did I say I have moved on?
Then why are my feet firmly embedded
As if shackled by unknown forces
Did I say I chose to fly high?
Then why are my wings
Clipped by emotional shears
Did I say I could see light within?
Then why am I brooding
Watching waning light
Did I say I know thorny paths?
Then why am I edging away
Into the covert comfort of flowers
Did I say I sleep well?
Then why am I fighting
The demons hanging from my ceiling
Did I lie to myself?
The charade stands exposed!
I can no longer wear a mask.
© Balroop Singh
The above poem is an excerpt from my latest release ‘Timeless Echoes’ and I have shared it to thank my dearest blogger friend Lisa who has mentioned it in her review at GoodReads as her favorite poem from my book. Lisa has been one of my earliest friends and visited my blog when it was more like a ghost town. Her consistent support has put many smiles on my face. Sending you hugs of gratitude on the wings of poetry dear Lisa. Many thanks for reviewing my book.
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Guest author: Balroop Singh ~ Poetry And Life
Poetry tries to capture life in the most subtle manner, offering interpretations beyond the words of a poet. My guest post explores the link between life and poetry.
Image: Sue Vincent
Poetry and life seem synonyms to me. The prism of poetry reflects life and its varied colors but the spectrum of life is much wider than poetry, which tries to capture some hues and even drifts into the darker crevices to discover those emotions that lurk on the sidelines, yearning to be embraced. Poetry digs deeper into those sensitivities; it understands the finer nuances of life and offers solace.
How well has Walt Whitman summed up the connection of poetry with life:
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering… these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love… these are what we stay alive for.” – Walt Whitman
Most of the poets from John…
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