Earth and Sky

Misty Mountains
Pixabay image by fermiart

Misty mountains beckon
Slippery stones scare
Where clouds adorn the valley
Illusionary world comes alive here

Rivulets dance with abandon
Sunbeams play a dazzling game
Songs of nature mystify you
Tricky pathways meander

Dew never dries here
Fragrance floats forever
Positive vibes permeate around
Seeping within your soul

Where we could touch the mist,
Inhale tranquility of waning light
Be one with the dreamy duo –
Earth and sky

Heaven below our feet, grandeur above
Purging all our doubts
Silence speaks in thousand dialects
Concert only senses could hear!
© Balroop Singh, June 2019

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Symphony of Surroundings

clouds touching the hills
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

When dawn heralds peace
Breeze blends with serene clouds
When they kiss the hills
Blushing in the new light,

When glow of Mother Nature
Outlines the meadows
A golden ribbon flutters
Adorned by Aubrietia

Who can move further?
Mesmerized by the surreal environs
Dazzled by the beauty of dawn
We watch with delight

Until the sun starts its journey
And the day reminds us —
It’s the symphony of surroundings
That whisper life into us.
© Balroop Singh, June 2019

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #photoprompt Choices

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My Mother #HappyMothersDay

 

My Mom

Who never wore armor
But is an epitome of strength
Who never wore a make-up
Yet her beauty is admirable

Who could digest rudeness
And forgive her perpetrators
Who could keep turmoil within
Alone, on dark dreary days

Who could rise from the abyss of grief
And sacrifice all her desires
Who possessed the mettle to push
The hungry wolves away!

Who could use any curse word
To keep you on the right track
Who forgot to smile
Yet could raise happy kids

Who has never said ‘I love you’
But depth of her love is immeasurable
Who could knock off societal diktats
To nurture the dreams of her children.

No judgments could waver her confidence
No despair could drown her fortitude
Raging circumstances steeled her
To endow her with incredible power.

She redefined the power of women
She lived through difficult times
Please don’t criticize her
You can never fathom her strife.

Who are you to judge her?
You don’t even know a moment,
Millions of which seared her soul
Yet it glistens brighter.
© Balroop Singh, January, 2019

send me flowers while I am alive

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In Love with Myself…

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Pixabay image by Brigitte Werner

I had dreams and desires
Aspirations to excel
To acquire Midas’ touch
To accomplish the abstract

I pushed my way through
Deep valleys to rumbling clouds
Undeterred by lightning
Fervidly seeking success

But I soared too high
Forgetting Icarus
I opted to be a superman
I have no regrets though.

Emotionless I dwell alone
Proud of my intellect
Dexterous and adept trailblazer
I breathe action

Spring no longer sings for me
Love seems meaningless
Compassion – a remote possibility
Wisdom – my forte!

I can detect hypocrisy
All lies stand exposed before me
I can vanquish fear and faith
I am generation NEXT.
© Balroop Singh, May 2019

Inspired from D. Wallace Peach’s “Monthly Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.” Please hop over to her blog to read more and get inspired.

Thank you Diana, for a thought-provoking  #WritingPrompt.

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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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