Marbles

Ah! The music of marbles
All day we played
All night we heard
New tunes created by dreams.

Ah! The colors that charmed
The fights we won
The flights we took
To possess our favorite marbles!

Wow! The pride of winning
Each one, a treasure
The trophies of innocent joys
Little pleasures of childhood.

Some memories mesmerize
Fill our heart with delight
Moments that passed by
Entwining us in the web of life.

Marbles melt into maelstrom of life
As time drapes its talons around us.
© Balroop Singh

This poem was inspired from Annika Perry’s post. Thank you so much dear friend for stirring sweet memories.

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Moods Of Nature #Haiku

Glimpses from My Patio:

Yellow joy lures
The song of spring is chiming
New dreams awaken.
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This hill regales my muse every single day, each waking moment. It is visible from my living room and the moment it changes its mood, I rush out to capture it.

All these pictures have been taken from my patio. Sometimes I go downstairs to capture a closer look, to smile with Mother Nature and celebrate her moods.

The book in my dream pipe right now is a collection of micro-poetry: Haiku, Tanka and acrostic poems.

A beautiful glow
Permeates through bare branches
Glorious dawn delight!
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Hope sleeps on clouds
Drifts with their rolling rings
Conjuring its own path
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Misty morning carries
Messages of new mysteries
Unmapped paths beckon
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Celestial art charms
When clouds drape colors
Joyful moments tarry
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© Balroop Singh

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Island We loved

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

Each morning we would rush out
To swim to the ‘Angel Island’
Inhabited by colorful fairies
We wanted to live that belief.

Ah! The magic of moments…
Enamored by the beauty around us
We made it our second home
Summer brought those blessings.

Showered with rose petals
We sailed into another world
A realm unknown to man
Where melodies of nature charmed.

Immersed in the poetry of water
We walked the magical path
Flowery beds beckoned us
We smiled sinking deep into reveries.

Intoxicated by the arabesque of fairies
We too twirled with joy
Friendship is a celestial gift –
Unequivocal and unparalleled.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #photoprompt Fantasy

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Stairs

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

At last I am here. Eyes brimming, I look at the stairs, worn by the vagaries of time but flanked with love by Mother Nature. Do you think you could guess my ecstasy? Never. Not even my soul mate could feel the flutter of my heart. Holding hands we look at the steps as I hurtle back in time and he gently embraces me.

“Thank you,” the words are muffled in my throat. I had yearned for this day. Recurring dreams evoked me to come here. We had planned this visit for ages. A visit I would cherish for the rest of my life. A visit that brought me back to my childhood. I am thrilled that the stairs have not been altered, each one holds my steps – tells a story of those carefree days, each one reverberating the games we played – running up and down, skipping two or four – the center of competition for the children of the house, each one a promise to self.

Time flew and exhilarating on the wings of youth, I went up to university and lost touch with those little moments of sitting on the stairs to share stories of the day, to watch stars and sing songs, oblivious of the world.

Grandpa was a youngster when he admired the construction workers while his dad was away at work. He would rush home after school to see how each brick was laid. He had told us all the stories of getting inspired from the workers he observed. He aspired to be like them. The charm of his stories and his loving face was associated with these stairs. A heart-warming memory.

Emotions overwhelm me as I step on the stairs that nurtured me; that gave a spring to my steps and taught me to climb higher. I did but I left them behind. Almost forgot about them. I sit and share many stories that I had buried into the fissures of my heart and realize how tiny moments are more precious than achievements of life – in fact they mold us. A cheerful and free childhood is a blessing.

The blue door opens and children rush out to play games on the stairs. They look at us curiously as if we were blocking their playground. We stand aside and watch – games never change.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #writephoto prompt Worn

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Dark Clouds

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

When dark clouds gather around the horizon
When they are summoned by a sunny moor
When sunshine subsides willingly
It is time for nostalgia…

Memories arrive within moments
Paper boats float all around,
Even before the first drop falls
Musical notes glide in the air.

Breeze blows away stressful thoughts,
It softly taps on our hearts
To rejoice in the aura of setting
And soar with the soothing skies.

Oh! The joy of drifting into the arms of breeze
A gentle rustling touch!
It is more like a lullaby
Breathing eternal calm.

A world of warmth and carefree comfort
Unfolds with kind caresses
And steady drizzle of unconditional love,
Like those celestial drops of rain.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #writephoto prompt Darkness

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