I Am Not Homeless

Old woman and respect

She haunts me all the time
I close my eyes
And her battered image
Looms large before me…

Unkempt hair, soiled clothes
An eerie, emaciated figure
Always at the bottom of stairs
Sweeping the floor with her stole.

Always cleaning…
Cleaning the dust from the footwear
Kept outside the Sikh temple,
I visit sometimes.

Never does she enter
To pay obeisance
Never does she miss that, though
Never pays attention

As she rubs her forehead
At the bottom of the stairs
Again and again…
A thousand times, it seems.

I look at her each time
A thought reverberates…
Who is this lady…
Why is she so desperate?

I sit at the bottom of stairs
To attract her attention
She looks at me
With empty expression!

I mustered all the courage
To ask: are you homeless?
She muttered, under her breath
I have two sons!
© Balroop Singh. (2010)

Inspired from a real life incident, I wrote this poem to calm the turbulent emotions within me.

My culture nurtures and upholds strong family values. Anyone who doesn’t respect and care for parents is looked down upon. The responsibility is often handled by the sons but daughters too have taken up this task since they are becoming economically independent and traditionalism is giving way to modernisation.

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Finding Peace

wisps

Riding on the smoky clouds
We enter the realms of rejuvenating mists
Fluttering around Angelic alacrity
To recreate this amorphous adventure

Who is this between us?
Accentuating the beauty of our venture
Adept at changing shapes
Adorning colors of similar semblance

Disseminating vibes of vibrant lure
Evincing our real rapport
Beams of light kissing our faces
Lending a glow of glorious brilliance

Shining in our own characters
Away from ear-shattering sounds
We soar away from strife and animosity
Earthly identities seem insignificant

Detachment seems so blissful
You may call it escapism
You are free to judge us
We are beyond your chaotic world!
© Balroop Singh

Written for Sue Vincent’s #photoprompt Wisp.

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Alone #writephoto

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Abandoned, I stand alone
Deprived, deluded…
Deranged [they say]
Due to my own indulgence.

Muted by the charges
Of undue affection,
Of care?
Of neglect,
Of discrimination?

My heart always bleeds
For all the affection
I showered
For all the favoritism
That I poured.

A deep, unspeakable regret
Gnaws at my heart
Why was my love
So selfless, so unbiased?

Entrenched in time
I stand here
Watching the new face
Of love, of friendship and trust!
© Balroop Singh

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My Neglected Baby

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My neglected baby

Who made me a poet

Craving for attention.

 

 

 

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The poems in this collection talk about bruised emotions and lost passions, which linger around us even when we try to bury them. While these poems give them a channel to flow freely, they also send vibes of positivity to deal with their shadows.

Sublime Shadows Of Life comments on life, its turbulent curves and relationships. It envisions people through the prism of poetry. I, you, he, we and they are universal symbols, which highlight the fact that happiness is not a destination but a chasm to bury agony, anguish, grief, distress and move on! No sea of solitude is so deep that it can drown us. Sometimes aspirations are trampled upon, the boulders of exploitation and discrimination may block your path but those who tread on undeterred are always successful.

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Balroop Singh.

#Haiku Life Watchers #Writephoto

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Hanging from the cliff

I could watch the antithesis 

Life is powerful.

© Balroop Singh

… …

Mute watchers warbled

Fluttering fervently around me

Stirring hopeful messages.

© Balroop Singh

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