Path That Haunts

Path that haunts

Drifting in and out of dreams
An alley…a pathway… a trail
So familiar yet so confusing
Always haunts…beckons to be followed.
 
With eagerness to explore it
Often tracked in dreams, deep down
It stirs the soul, irks the mind, entreats it
To walk the alley once more!
 
Could this unlock the secrets?
Could it put in perspective the missing links
Of a troubled, tempestuous life
That has been revealed through bizarre dreams?
 
Yet the trail is obscure, the quest to embark
Unfulfilled, looking for that alley… futile!
Meaningless search follows…
Were there wrong turnings?
 
Is it spiritual awakening?
© Balroop Singh.
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Live Life Your Own Way

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‘Do not dilute your joy’, says my friend.
What if others try to rob you?
What if you think they are right!
What when people drag you down…
Deliberately designed efforts
At concealing their mean malice

You can figure out but deny
You give a benefit of doubt.
When doubts prevail around
Listen to your heart
It knows you well
Only your heart can tell!

Disappointments don’t live long
Setbacks stay in your backyard
You just need to shrug them off
If you must dilute
Dilute judgments, disregard distress
Savor little moments of happiness.

Let the glow of positive thoughts
Permeate around your home
Let their incandescence
Scare the robbers away
If you must dilute
Dilute fears, disregard doubts

When you refuse
To be cowed down by circumstances
When you possess the potential
To turn tables around
Dilute your own efforts
As pleasing people is futile.

Live life your own way
Hold your joy in high esteem.
No one can control your thoughts
Till you let them
Listen to your heart, my friend
It knows you well.
© Balroop Singh.

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When Darkness Overwhelms…

When darkness overwhelms

My blogger friend Joe Perrone recently asked me whether I have written any fiction. This is my answer to his question:

An excerpt from the book I hope to finish one day:

This was my haven, my little island of solace where I could talk to myself. It was not always so soothing as in this dark room I have spent many hours, all alone, weeping, wishing and praying. I have spent many days thinking…what was my fault, why was I blamed, why was I slapped. I have often cursed myself for offending others.

I looked out of the little window to see some light. I craved for company, a friend, a loving person who could answer my questions. It was at such times that I tried to analyze people with my little and limited thinking. The world appeared to be a cruel place, emotions seemed quite useless and ‘love’ was just a hollow word. How could those girls, my so called friends, say they loved their mom!

I couldn’t understand what is love, as I had never seen it. What I had seen was yelling and intimidation. Fear was a very familiar emotion and I got so close to it that it steeled me. This strength was building up with the kind of atmosphere I lived in. I didn’t share my hurts with anybody. I became an introvert. I could never be comfortable in the company of friends.

A day came when I lost all sense of time I spent in this room. It ceased to be dreadful as I made friends with those bare walls that terrified me. I liked being there, away from those insensitive people around me, pretending to be my well wishers, my so called parents, one of whom was always absent and the other always in rage.Darkness quote

I started enjoying those punishments in the dark room. I would hide my color pencils in some corner to enjoy my time in a fruitful manner. I stopped weeping and cursing myself. I invented new games of using my color pencils as candles to decorate my imaginative house. I learnt to smile and refused to be sad just because certain people took pride in disciplining me in their own manner.

If I emerged smiling out of this room, two of my bullish brothers would frown, wondering what gave that vitality to my cheeks! They mocked at me for having missed the regular play hour and I had a lot of homework to finish. Learning the tables took most of my time and I hated them.

Even this dark room could not stay with me for long. We moved out of that house into a brand new big house. Now we had our own rooms and there was no dark room. I knew all my friends abandoned me, probably I was what I had been branded to be – ill-fated!

I loved this new home, the fragrance of new paint and wood. I could experience the friendship of all the nooks and crannies that I explored the very first day I stepped into this house. It cherished my dreams, cushioned my lonely moments, provided solace to my disappointments, gave shape to my adventures and inspired me to aspire high.

Every wall was a supporting shelter, how much I could share my thoughts with them, silently! But I could never forget that dark room, which taught me how to dream.

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Eternal Gratitude

Eternal Gratitude

Surrounded by friends and well-wishers
I sat alone, wondering at their concern
 
I had never thought about detachment
Yet some power impelled me to move on
 
I walked alone, through thick forest
Shielded by shadows of Mother Nature
 
I felt elated at the strange force
That urged me to keep moving
 
Your words guided my path
It seemed less wobbly, less arduous
 
I could see the truth of your words
They radiated and illuminated my path
 
The love, the attachment, the fetters
Wore off like old, worn out garments
 
The turmoil within… but the freedom
Takes me into a new land of acceptance.
 
The healing, the hope of detachment
Is more satisfying than earthly endearments
 
I express my genteel gratitude
For the wisdom, the action, your words detonated.
 © Balroop Singh.

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Sound That Resounds…And Guides

Sound that resounds

I could hear that sound
So familiar, so conversant
Stifled within me,
Smothered by visceral eyes
 
I could hear that sound
Coercing me to respond, to shake off
The primitive touch… tearing off
My spirit, my confidence, my vivacity
 
I could hear that sound
The fire crackling within me
The flames consuming my esteem
Shrieking… suffocation is excruciating
 
I could hear that agony
Imploring me to rise, to react
Reminding me of my resolve
To live with dignity, dauntless
 
I can no longer snub that sound
That inner voice, my mentor
My only benefactor, cautioning me
Not to die of asphyxiation
 
I can no longer wait for droplets
Of that heavenly nectar
Pretense is peeping through
That cloak of compassion
 
I can no longer remain insignificant
Your harrowing hauteur is oppressive
Forgive me for finding my own avenues
My gratitude goes to my spirit.
© Balroop Singh.

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