I have met Marcia recently but I am overwhelmed by the kind of support that she has been extending to authors and bloggers through her feature #ExcerptWeek at her blog. Today I am her guest at her blog “The Write Stuff”, sharing one of my poems from ‘Emerging From Shadows.’
When I entered blogosphere, without any specific plans, just by an innate desire to share my thoughts and experiences, I had no idea that I would be welcomed so warmly by the fraternity of writers like Marcia. Today when my heart is filled with gratitude for all those friends from whom I have learnt so much…the first name is that of Sandra, whose beautiful and serene blog inspired me and her profound reflections were so appealing that I couldn’t resist the temptation to share my thoughts.
Zeenat’s mesmerizing words of robust optimism and tenacious positivity kept me going and slowly I got familiar with the nitty-gritties of WordPress. I met some steadfast friends like Lisa who visited me to inspire, when I was floundering in the sea of blogging. I have come a long way and can boast of such friends like Marcia, Lisa, Sally, Diana, Debbie, Tina, Bette, Robbie, Colleen, Sue and many more who are accomplished authors.
Please hop on to Marcia’s blog to read the poem I have shared at her blog.
This afternoon, I’d like to welcome Balroop Singh to The Write Stuff. Balroop is sharing an excerpt from her book, Emerging from Shadows, and I know you are going to enjoy it, and will share it far and wide. Welcome, Balroop!
THE SECRET OF BEING ALIVE
Torrential thoughts stir the ghosts of past
Throttling pain feeds on grisly graves
Pushing past away, I continue to thrive
In the rhythm of throbbing life
Life that seems scrupulously seamless
Having sustained stormy waves
Craves for calm waters and sunshine
Nurturing the hope… clouds would subside
Swaying droplets of indifferent love
Stand sprinkled all around
The charade of connection continues
Evoking detest, dissent and disenchantment
Sharp shards of shattered emotions
Pierce as I try to gather those sensations
Wilderness walks with me
Yet a dim, discrete light beckons…
Rise from those dumps of depression!
Bury those personal regrets deep…
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