A Journey Of 43 Years…

Then
Now

How Can I Thank You? 

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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Check my latest book: Magical Whispers

Whispers #Poetry

In this book, my poems focus on whispers of Mother Nature, whispers that are subtle but speak louder than words and breathe a quiet message. Paradoxical? I agree. When inner voice whispers, we brush it aside, snub it but know we need to hear it some day.

‘Magical Whispers’ would transport you to an island of serenity; beseech you to tread softly on the velvety carpet of nature to feel the ethereal beauty around you. The jigsaw of life would melt and merge as you dive into the warmth of words.

Whenever wind whispers
Trees bend their branches
To sing with alacrity
~

Whispers that are subtle
Whispers that would transport you
To an island of serenity
~

Each day reminds us
It’s the symphony of surroundings
That whispers life into us
~

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Balroop Singh

Walk with Me

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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Tokens

tokens
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

Fascinated by the feather, I touched it
Waves of fear shook me
A strange figure greeted me:
“Welcome to the land of sorcery

Watch from a distance
You are a part of this world.”
I tried to follow my first instinct
“Run,” my mind shrieked

But embedded to the ground
I couldn’t lift my foot
Dry leaves danced around me
With weird whispers.

A mute spectator, a one-eyed stone
I sit and watch the people
Who visit every week
With offerings of fruit and gold

They return every fortnight
Eyes gleaming with hope
Only I know the crater
That collects all the booty.

I can’t hear the laughter and the ridicule
My ears have been sullied
Faith has strange sensations
It refuses to see reason.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #photoprompt Tokens

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Crescent

crescent-moon
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

 

Crescent is complacent
It knows its glorious glimmer
Would wilt the transient cover
Of clouds that may seem threatening
Sun whispers hope.
~

I could hear the melodies
Of crescent moon that hung above
Darkness melted with the lilting sound
That merged in the symphony of sun
I chose life.
~

Skeptical of stepping
Into the wider world of hope
Where darkness disturbed the quiet
She stood rooted to the threshold
Shackled by false safety.
~

If the night was dark
A new day is smiling at the horizon
You hug clouds but I look at the sun
The harbinger of new hues
That speak of life.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #photoprompt Crescent

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