#Welcome2021

As darkness dissipates
And the sun ushers in 2021,
Let the colors of hope sheath
All that we leave behind
And stride ahead with smiles.
© Balroop Singh

 

Many thanks to all my readers and author buddies for their lovely support. The sun of 2021 is shining brightly, reminding us that each year brings along new opportunities. Looking forward to better times ahead. – Balroop Singh.

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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.
Thank you reading.

Check my latest book: Magical Whispers

Winner of Timeless Echoes

Many thanks to all the readers who have read Dell and Dale and responded to the challenge of guessing who they are. I am humbled by the interpretations of this poem –  the best being “soul and ego”… “Soul looked deep and found comfort, love and shared it. Ego looks from high up, and saw a skewed, inaccurate reflection. so he forgot his true nature.” (by Monica Timbal)

I am also deeply touched by the words of Betty: “For me, Dell and Dale represent humility and pride (arrogance)… The theme, decisions and outcomes belong to individuals who make their own choices.”

Bela Johnson understood this poem so well and gave a complete answer to both my questions: “This really reminds me of children, often siblings, who from that same womb can make such divergent choices despite a common upbringing. It clearly speaks, at least to my mind, how we come into this life as different aspects of the One with a different bag of karma to sort out. My mother had seven of us, and said every one of us was completely different. Knowing my siblings, I would say that is true. So it really helped me when observing my own children, each with such unique temperaments.”

Lisa Thomson too came quite close: “Siblings that have taken different paths? One successful and the other one faced too many obstacles and became bitter.”

Congratulations to Bela, an outstanding poet for winning Timeless Echoes.

I wrote Dell and Dale in 2012. When I wrote it, I had siblings in mind. How circumstances and challenges of life change us into different individuals also influenced my thoughts.

I am sharing an excerpt from my latest book:

Revelation

The ink dried on the pages
You left at my desk
Words glare at me
And echo your thoughts…
All that you didn’t say!

Did you say you love me?
How could my arms oppress you?
Was your soft tone a show off?
The sea of your eyes
A delusion?

The ghosts of your journal
Follow me unawares
The embers of your love
Still smolder within me
Smothering my breath out

I carry dead demons of your memory
Looking for a place to bury them.

© Balroop Singh

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Balroop Singh.

Did I Lie?

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Did I say I forgave all?
Then why do memories gnaw
Digging deeper at the fissures

Did I say I remain calm?
Then what is this brewing inside
Bursting the seams of my heart

Did I say I have moved on?
Then why are my feet firmly embedded
As if shackled by unknown forces

Did I say I chose to fly high?
Then why are my wings
Clipped by emotional shears

Did I say I could see light within?
Then why am I brooding
Watching waning light

Did I say I know thorny paths?
Then why am I edging away
Into the covert comfort of flowers

Did I say I sleep well?
Then why am I fighting
The demons hanging from my ceiling

Did I lie to myself?
The charade stands exposed!
I can no longer wear a mask.
© Balroop Singh

The above poem is an excerpt from my latest release ‘Timeless Echoes’ and I have shared it to thank my dearest blogger friend Lisa who has mentioned it in her review at GoodReads as her favorite poem from my book. Lisa has been one of my earliest friends and visited my blog when it was more like a ghost town. Her consistent support has put many smiles on my face. Sending you hugs of gratitude on the wings of poetry dear Lisa. Many thanks for reviewing my book.

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