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Welcome To Our Island Of Fantasy…

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Our train is about to move
Come, hop on… you could be left behind
just like little teddy
But he never bawls,
He sits around and drawls
listening to music…
Oh! Lets put the volume down!
Please wait!

This train can wait for hours
It only moves
when our two-year-old driver directs
sometimes the push is too sudden!
Pixie watches…her moo-moo starts
Suddenly the train breaks into parts
Its breakfast time for everybody,
as Pixie and Suzie are ready

Train journey is instantly abandoned
All attention is towards monkey, still sleeping
So is the giraffe and the elephant.
The snake is hissing around for milk
The knobs and handles of the doors overflow…
Bowls are full of milk
But the monkey starts jumping on the bed!
And as usual, he falls.

There is a big commotion!
Everybody is eager to see what happened
Oh…the monkey has bumped his head.
Duckie rushes to get ice for him,
which is rubbed on his head
He is laughing in no time, jumping again.
Donna and Bunny join him.

Breakfast is forgotten
Jumping spree goes on and on
Many of them get hurt but no crying,
‘NO crying’ is the command of our little Angel,
all conform to it.
Someone opens the wardrobe
there is a big hullabaloo.

Everybody rushes in,
pulling whatever comes in their hand…
out come the hats, the tiaras and the masks
our dear commander asks…
Where is my bug?
The bug takes us into moonlit night
The wardrobe is full of heavenly light
With stars twinkling all around
Everyone watches in delight!

Where is my runaway bunny?
Leaving them all in the lurch
She finds her favorite puzzle
She pulls out all the pieces
spreads them all around the room.
In comes Johny, sugar in hand
Runs all around the house
Followed by Sophia, Minnie and Dolly
Sugar jar drops down
All the din gets drowned…

As Barnyard party is in full swing
All are welcome
It’s so much fun
And it continues…
 

Living in the world of illusion, which is devoid of all the stress…living my childhood once again in the make believe world of my granddaughter and grandson who looks perplexed as he is too little to join us in our barnyard dance…feeling blessed!

 
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Wishes That Come From My Heart…

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Wishes

If you are a writer
May words twirl around your place
If you are a dreamer
May visions placate your days with solace

If you are a lover
May fragrant freedom grace your days
If you are a visionary
May the hues of rainbow seep into your ways

If you are intuitive
May your inner voice fathom all
If you are sensitive
May tender vibes caress your emotional fall

If you are reflective
May your ideas sparkle and soar
If you have indomitable spirit
May success knock at your door

If you are a pessimist
May hope glow in your heart
If you are agitated
May patience bloom in your backyard

If you are a brooder
May your hours of distress decrease
If you are fun-loving
Savor each moment of joy with ease

Let happiness, harmony, humility
Let acceptance, compassion, calmness
Permeate through your persona
This year, to dispel all the disdain.

Copyright: Balroop Singh

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Why Death Anniversaries Are NOT Emotional Moments

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This week I had shared my thoughts about the emotions attached with birthdays from the spectrum of a girl who yearned for care, affection and recognition in a society mired in biases. I appreciate all those who shared their insights and memories.

One of my friends, Hariod Brawn said: “…anniversaries of all kinds may evoke strong feelings within one. For myself, the strongest are those dates on which a loved one died.”

When I felt it was strange, he responded…

“Why do you find it strange that anniversaries of deaths are more emotional for me? I think that is a universal and quite natural state of affairs. Is it not?”

I don’t think so. It is not universal.

Death anniversaries could be emotional for those whose loved ones leave after fulfilling all their promises that they had made to themselves and their loved ones.

Death is beautiful only when you have lived your life. When it comes suddenly in the prime of youth, when it leaves behind unfulfilled hopes and desires, it is nerve shattering.

Such death anniversaries become traumatic, not emotional.

Because emotions lie scattered and shattered at such a time, the shards are too piercing, discordant and acrimonious.

Because you are too confused to gather the debris

Because the mourning is deafening, it seems futile, a façade and proves ineffectual

Because a lot of people try to confound you with words that seem hollow and simulated

None of those words soothe you

All that is more prominent and understandable is indignation and exasperation – extreme sense of revolt against destiny or God, whatever you believe in.

When your whole world falls apart, when you have to abdicate the little joys of childhood, when you have to fend for yourself, when your so called well-wishers wait for you to falter and condemn you for your immature acts…

It is at such times that death anniversaries become meaningless.

They bring along harrowing memories and festering wounds, which never heal.

When each day is spent in remembering those lost moments of unfulfilled yearnings,

When each day seems an uphill drive, with steering in the hands of an adolescent,

When faith lies prostrate at the alter of destiny

Such Death anniversaries are NOT emotional; they lose their sheen.

They are distressing; they only afflict pain.

All the positivity and spirituality fades in the face of hunger, which stares at you at such times.

Mourning continues till we meet our loved ones…in Heaven.

IN GRIEF

 Their wailing grew louder
Onlookers stared, consoled
More mourners gathered.
Wailing became unbearable

It hit my heart.
Deep, down the chest
Some pressure, some unseen hand
Oppressed my breath.

Unspoken words, parched throat
Streaming tears
But no wails.
I could not wail. Must I?

Do I need to pretend?
Please! Will somebody understand?
Can you detach me from tradition?
Please leave me alone.

Let me feel that cold touch.
I am STILL in mourning.

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Ignorance is Bliss?

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This phrase – ‘Ignorance is bliss’ was coined by Thomas Gray in one of his poems – ‘Ode On a Distant Prospect of Eton College’– always gives me great solace. It takes me back into those corridors of life, which were happier mainly because I was less aware; I didn’t pine for things I didn’t know about.

IT KEEPS US HAPPY:

When I was young, quite young, I had no idea that so many books contained so much of knowledge that could be beyond our comprehension. I was happy with whatever reading material I could find and felt that I had all the knowledge of the world.

When I gained some awareness about the vastness of this globe, I had no time to read much. I loved books and during my flights of fantasy, I could see myself writing. I would consciously tell myself – one day I would write my own book.

But I had no time!

IT INTRODUCES SIMPLICITY:

Life became so busy and hectic that I forgot all about reading… writing was a far cry!

As I moved on, balancing various duties of a wife, mother, homemaker and teacher, I started recording my fleeting thoughts on whatever piece of paper or notepad I could find.

It was so easy to write! I didn’t have to struggle with the haphazard placement of syllables on a keyboard, trying to locate them. All of them could flow so spontaneously from my pen!

However, I couldn’t escape the invasion of technology into my life!

But ignorance didn’t end there. It never can!

IT IS ETERNAL:

At last when I could finally manage to type all those thoughts and organize them, I discovered that I had so many poems they could form a book.

My elation went through the roof. I was going to be a published writer!

I was most thankful to my Mac at this time who told me I could self publish!sublime shadows of life

I thought I was the most knowledgeable person on this earth. I did all the research how to format, how to publish, how to create a cover and wow! I was ready to publish.

And I published my first book of Poetry: SUBLIME SHADOWS OF LIFE

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Once again, ignorance proved to be bliss for me!

Despite all the hard work that I had put in, my ignorance remained to be my best pal.

I basked in the glory of my published poetry but I didn’t know that books at Amazon.com:

  • Need promotion.
  • Should have customer reviews
  • Can’t be gifted as free copies
  • Very few people like poetry.

A NEW BEGINNING:

It has been a long journey of striving to learn and I am not the one who would give up so easily. The writer in me says: KEEP GOING!

So having elbowed some of my ignorance out, I have made another effort. My second book, which is a Non-Fiction, is ready to get published. This time I am requesting the support of all my online friends to make it a success. Ironically its title is: WHEN SUCCESS ELUDES US… A Step – by – Step Guide to Success, which will be launched on 21 July 2014 at Amazon.com.

It contains the most honest and realistic experiences. Who could have written about it, if not me?

I am extremely grateful to all my friends who have promised to help. I also look forward to the support of all those valued visitors who like my blog.

I am open to all the suggestions and advice, which you would like to offer. Please give your suggestions in the form of comments. I value each one of them.

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