Spring Of Our Dreams

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When I bowed my head in penitence
You didn’t even look at me
I whispered your favorite trill
You didn’t respond with usual thrill

Fresh leaves sparkle all around us
Blooming blossoms emit fragrance
They are smiling at your conceit
Your high headedness is so concrete!

Are you thinking of a new melody?
To match the surreal spring air
Are you waiting for a new friend?
To flutter with pure pretend

Your songs have lost their passion
The disconnect is dawdling between us
I am trying to understand this attitude
What is your problem dude?

Is it the angst against modern melodies?
Is it the effect of this chaotic cacophony?
Are you sinking into a gloomy gorge?
Or just waiting for a kinder world

The world of our reveries
Where love would be generous
Where equality won’t be a façade
Peace and tolerance – not a mere maud!

© Balroop Singh

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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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The Call Of Calmness

Calmness

Gentle breeze breathes a quiet message…
I am here to bless you
To softly swing,
Sway with your dreams

Don your dewy dress of harmony
Hold me in your arms lightly
I can take you beyond branches
Of those trees, stirring serenely
 
Inhale that cogent calmness
Expunge all angst and anger
Trust my trail, believe in hope
Breathe in breezy light of love
 
We can fly beyond boundaries
I can show you the gale of happiness
It follows us wherever we go
It changes its face when it has to flow
 
Over the vales of wishes
Even the dales of despair
Surmounting them all
Into the lucid light of serendipity.
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Dreams…A Domain We Love To Visit

Dreams

Like fragrant flowers under our feet
Like diaphanous drops of first rain
Like moonlight soothing our eyes
Like water boats floated with childlike charm
Dreams remain our precious possessions.

Dreams gently caress us, carry us along
Awaken us out of their magic
Sometimes, stimulate us into activity
Encourage us to embark on the journey
To make a beginning, to plod on

Dreams are those concepts, those desires
Which remain deeply entrenched in us
Till we work on those images of mind
Flow in their current, shield them
From stormy waters… love them!

Dreams ignite a fire within us
A fire of reality, of confidence, of success
They push us into the life of adventure,
To rush, to explore, to accomplish
They steer us towards our goal

Dreams drown dreary thoughts
Keep us alive in the worst of times
They give wings to our heavy heart,
They transport us into another world
A world of our choice.
© Balroop Singh

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Emotional Realities Of Life

Emotional Realities Of Life

I have just returned from a wonderful retreat, some lovely emotional moments with my niece who graduated this month, spent some superb days of togetherness with my younger daughter and then soaked in the leisurely hours in the charmingly captivating home of my nephew whose warm welcoming vibes keep the emotional bonds alive.

These few days were a living dream, a lifetime of bonding and love, which reminds us how beautiful life is!

‘Life is but a dream…’almost everyday I sing this rhyme with my little grand daughter.

Now that she is so observant and pertinent with her questions, she says: what is a dream grandma?

I keep singing, moving the little boat in my hand more vigorously to distract her but her question gets more persistent.

I realize how inarticulate I am! How do I define a dream to a two-year-old child?

As I search for the right words, another question crops up…why is it a dream, grandma!

All the analogies that are associated with life swiftly cross my mind but none is simple enough to answer an innocent question, which ignites various thoughts.

An idea strikes me instantly. I must write about it!

Life has been compared to the glowing sun as well as the moon, it has been equated with flowing water, it can be darker than the threatening clouds, it can be as colorful as the rainbow but it can never be the same.

The transient nature of life makes it real. The emotional attachments make it worth living.

Despite stormy tribulations, we all love life.

There was a time when life was very dear to me. Attachments were deeper, emotions more intense and the worries most prominent. Mental ease – a far cry!

When I was told that I wouldn’t live a long life, my only worry was my children especially the younger one who was just a little baby. What will they do without a mother…who will take care of them…I approached a dear sibling and got a promise that she would take care of my little baby.

And then the prophecy became almost true!

When I was face to face with death, strangely my mind was numb. It couldn’t think beyond the present moment. The only thought that crossed my mind at that minuscule moment was…it’s all over!

The next moment I found myself alive! I was wonderstruck at the miraculous escape I had! I thanked my stars, my God, whom I was always questioning, whose existence I always doubted, who stepped forward to carry me like flower petals and return to my dear ones!

Then there were many such moments when I told myself – I want to live, I have unfulfilled tasks.

I am happy I could complete all of them.

Life flew by. I know I have lived a happy and fulfilling life.

Was it a dream? I try to probe deeper – probably it refers to ‘letting go,’ the so-called philosophical interpretation.

However, a self-enforced detachment keeps nudging me and reminding me… ‘Life is but an illusion.’

Life is beautiful

I often wonder…is it true? How can life be an illusion when we live it, savoring each moment, directing it according to our own wishes?

Then I look up the meaning of the word – illusion… ‘something that deceives by producing a false or misleading impression of reality.’…‘a false mental image produced by misinterpretation of things that actually exist.’

And I analyze it further…life doesn’t deceive. People do, circumstances may be such that we feel betrayed, our own efforts cause disappointments but we refuse to own the responsibility for all this.

We pass on the buck to life, saying ‘it is unfair.’

Life is beautiful, it is worth living, and it is very much real if we approach it with a positive mind.

If you want to fathom the beauty of life, look at a newborn child.

If you want to understand how meaningful and playful life can be, learn it from a child. Now I can truly appreciate the observation of Wordsworth: ‘Child is the father of man.’

If you want to distinguish between the reality and dreams, ask an adolescent.

If you want to savor life, get connected with your emotional ties.

Emotions rule us however hard we may try to rebuff them.

Realities of life hit us after we have lived our dreams, accomplished them or failed them.

Sometimes I feel detachment is an illusion, a self-created snare we want to walk into unwillingly.

Life is a choice for some and a burden for others, it promises hope if we are ready to wait, it offers opportunities if we approach it with an open mind.

It is a mystery if we have the patience to explore it.

“What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects. What is life but what a man is thinking of all day? This is his fate and his employer. Knowing is the measure of the man. By how much we know, so much we are.”- Ralph Waldo Emerson

What are the emotional realities of your life? Do they add some sunshine to your life? I would love to hear your views.

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