Wake Up!

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The day sun descended
To wake up the dead
A blinding light lit the hallway
Positivity floated around them

Nudging each other
They tried to open their eyes,
Move their numb limbs
To rise, to show their valor

Open arches’ acerbic voice
Stirred some sentiments
Sardonic sound shamed
The mute expressions and excuses

Crushed by fear and distress
They waited for their messiah
Nowhere could he be found
Ruins reverberated waterloo

When people forget their power
When they waver and totter
When they pigeon out
Fall overwhelms the dead.
© Balroop Singh

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Expectations Of Writers And Readers

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When a writer puts the first word on paper; a dream world opens before him, a world that ignites his creativity as well as fantasy. Former makes him produce his magnificent work but the latter makes him a celebrity overnight (in his dreams.)

You may be writing out of creative compulsions or the satisfaction of venting your voice could be your trigger, most writers harbor a secret wish – to be read, to be reviewed and admired. Admiration comes easily but you never know how hypocritical it is. Reality hits you when you see how much money you are earning from your books.

You may stay determined with the cliché – “never give up” but when you read others’ work and feel that many average books are overflowing with 5 star reviews; you wonder whether something is wrong with you when you feel like dropping a book that has been fetching 5 stars… (for whatever reasons!)

However, there are critical readers too. They know what they want, their discerning eye can’t be escaped. Their expectations are immeasurable.

You think you have the most original ideas, you would be the best seller but your readers feel you ramble, you repeat and the setting of your story is vague or the title of your book is a misnomer.youtuber-2838945__340

You think you write perfect English, your beta readers are excellent helpers and you have a long list of friends under the acknowledgements but your readers find typos and structural errors in your book.

Each reader expects an amazing book; he doesn’t want to think what were your compulsions or exhaustions. He doesn’t want to buy your excuses. He doesn’t want to digest your lack of finances for hiring an astute editor. All readers are not writers and they have every right to judge your book according to their own parameters. All readers are not kind enough to overlook imperfections in the plot, style of writing or characterization.

Then there are writers who focus on money. They write just what sells. The day writing becomes a chore for you, you are no longer a writer, and you become a businessperson, churning out book after book, devoid of any real emotion.

Your writing may not be “like a windowpane” or “impenetrable fog” but it has to be an “exploration,” it has to “enrich the life of those who read it.” If it is just inconsequential chitchat between a few characters, going around in circles, you may befool a few readers but not all.

Robert Frost’s definition is worth pondering: “The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work.”

Are you an “eye reader” or a critical reader? Do you drop a book if you don’t like it? What do you expect from your readers?

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Magic of Reflections

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Meet this magic everyday
Rein your racing mind
Ask a question:
What’s more important?

Meet those million thoughts
Immerse in their intensity
Sift the positive ones –
Those that bring happiness

Nurture the thoughts
That embrace pain
Seek your real self –
Self-reflection builds personalities.

Lanes of life may be confusing
Yet traverse this maze with élan
A revisit may ravage your solitude
Some paths may harbor remorse

Reflections clear all cobwebs
Inspire intrinsic resilience
Magic unfolds
Unfettered by circumstances.
© Balroop Singh, October 2019

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Author Spotlight: Balroop Singh (Moments We Love)

I share only few posts at Facebook and I happened to share this one. I am amazed at the response from my old friends and students who still remember me fondly. Many thanks to James, an accomplished author and a wonderful blogger friend for giving me this opportunity to show my achievements. Please hop on to James’ blog to read the full interview, where I also share excerpts from my latest book – ‘Moments We Love.’

This Is My Truth Now

Balroop Singh, a lovely writer I met via our websites a little over a year ago. Balroop and I would occasionally visit each other’s blog to comment on various posts. Then, she read one of my books and shared a wonderful review covering the lightness and darkness of the story. I began perusing reviews of her work and settled on reading Allow Yourself to Be a Better Person, then read a second book, Emerging From Shadows. You can check out my review of her work through these links; one was poetry and the other was self-help. I wanted to get a perspective of her writing style and content from both focal points within her work. If you’re looking for a writer with keen advice and a deep understanding of human nature, look no further. Discover Balroop through today’s author alert & spotlight…

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No Time to Grieve

 

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A sea of sand stood before him
Time froze as he trudged on wearily
Without knowing his destination
Each step a specious summon

Sand had swallowed friends and family
The best years of his life drowned
In the moments of morbid dismay
Last victim fell at noon

Yet a mirage waved her scarf
Spreading her dark tresses
Blinded by the glittery tufts
He walked into the arms of illusion

A dream tugged at his heart
Shrieking – do we ever perish?
A race against time –
No time to grieve.
© Balroop Singh, September 2019

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