Dark Clouds

Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

When dark clouds gather around the horizon
When they are summoned by a sunny moor
When sunshine subsides willingly
It is time for nostalgia…

Memories arrive within moments
Paper boats float all around,
Even before the first drop falls
Musical notes glide in the air.

Breeze blows away stressful thoughts,
It softly taps on our hearts
To rejoice in the aura of setting
And soar with the soothing skies.

Oh! The joy of drifting into the arms of breeze
A gentle rustling touch!
It is more like a lullaby
Breathing eternal calm.

A world of warmth and carefree comfort
Unfolds with kind caresses
And steady drizzle of unconditional love,
Like those celestial drops of rain.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #writephoto prompt Darkness

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50 thoughts on “Dark Clouds

  1. That is so unbelievably amazing, Balroop. I can just wrap myself up in the images and the words. One of your best. I LOVED this!

  2. Beautiful!
    So much to say ,
    So much to think.
    Its you, who can do all in a blink…:)

  3. Lovely poem, Balroop! This:
    “Memories arrive within moments
    Paper boats float all around,
    Even before the first drop falls
    Musical notes glide in the air.”
    Oh, my. I felt the warmth and drops surround me.

  4. This such a positive poem. It is interesting to note that rain has different connotations in different parts of the world. In India, it is life-bearing and banishes the long spell of heat. Hence, it is welcomed and celebrated. In stark contrast, in the western hemisphere, rains tend to be a natural occurrence in the winter season. Therefore, it is not so welcome; increases the suffering by making the weather even colder.
    This poem is a bit different from the last few. Thanks for a positive start of the day!

    1. Rain is as essential in western hemispheric as anywhere else because it sustains life. Dry weather leads to drought. Poets have always romanced with raindrops, for them it is another inspiration. Thanks for sharing your thoughts arv.

  5. I love your sensitive and beautiful poem.
    A favourite stanza of mine is:
    “Breeze blows away stressful thoughts,
    It softly taps on our hearts “

    Wonderful poem, Balroop.


  6. Oh, this is lovely, Balroop, and one of my favorites of yours. I love the 3rd stanza and I “drifted into the arms of” serenity after reading your soothing words. Wonderful way to end the work week and to begin a new weekend. 💗

  7. I hope you take this as a compliment, Balroop. Your poetry is often like the Breathing/Meditation app on my watch. I totally stop, pay attention and relax into the moment. Moving words “…softly taps on our hearts”……”soothing skies”…..”kind caresses.” Beautiful 💕

  8. Beautiful, Balroop. Nature is not bias. The steady drizzle of unconditional love, like those celestial drops of rain fall on any of us, the deserved and “undeserved.”

  9. This is a lovely poem from you, Balroop. Yet again your poetry doesn’t disappoint. I like how it starts off calm reminiscent of the calm before the storm, then builds to a crescendo o just like how a breeze hits you, and then calms back down with peaceful raindrops. Well timed imagery. I also really liked the exclamation mark at the end of ‘Oh!’, a strategic subtle emphasis on being caught out by surprise by an unexpected breeze or kind of shock. Hope you are doing well my friend. Take care.

    1. Thank you for your valued visit Mabel, nice to see you. I am glad you like the imagery and your analysis is superb. I am good, wishing the same for you.

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