Rocky Terrain

Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

Rocks don’t inspire me
But hostile terrain beckons
I’ve no choice
I can’t give up my chase
If the cure lies beyond.

Thank you for the inspiration Sue. We are all on this terrain.

I have been writing poetry, deriving solace from the spring, heralding change – a brilliant reminder that nature remains untouched despite the encroachments that have been made on her beauty.

The fiery touch of Corona virus that nature has sent to show who is in command, is just the beginning of a new era for mankind who didn’t bother to heed the warnings. William Wordsworth’s prophetic lines come to my mind:

“To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.“

I’ve kept my cool by keeping my thoughts positive, by reiterating the message of the universe that nothing is permanent.

I’ve been listening to music more than the news to keep my sanity.

I come from the family of doctors and many of my dear ones are directly involved in the task of offering their services, I call them the soldiers of present times and salute all those who are fighting the monster called Covid – 19.

We shall overcome is the refrain that rings in my ears everyday.

Mother nature has been too kind, ‘we should never take anything for granted,’ we heard that phrase a thousand times but never paid any attention. We need to respect her message and her creation.

Remember, we are doing no honor to her. We are doing all this for ourselves, to save us and keep our dear ones safe.

After paying for our negligence, we would get another chance. That’s the law of nature. As a renowned urdu poet Sahir Ludhianavi wrote, “Raat bhar ka hai mehmaan andhera, kiske roke ruka hai savera…” (Translation: Darkness is just a guest of the night, who can hold back the morning?)

I have pulled out an excerpt from my debut poetry book to renew hope:

Time has stood still
The storm is yet to pass
The descent of night seems eternal
Perplexed, petrified, I wait.

Wait for a new dawn
Wait for a smooth tide
Wait for that lovely flight
Which brings hope!

© Balroop Singh

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Hear the Whisper

Bare branches peep through my window
Stand tall to inspire;
Rocks that I admire
As they love with fervor

Bare beauty that illuminates
At the command of Mother Nature
I watch from my cozy couch
How they entangle and crouch

Bare branches shiver and smile
Breathing eerie calm;
Waiting for their singing pals
When sublime spring calls

Watch how they weep
Bearing snow and rain
Wind whirls tender twigs
Not a word of pain!

Watch how they lit up
And say adieu to sun
But shimmer with delight
In moonlight!

Did you hear their whisper?
© Balroop Singh

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Another Dawn

 

Eerie whispers of moon
Stirred sweet memories
Of exotic holidays
While snow queens twirled

Wrapped in magical moonlight
She sat by the window
Watching winter winds
That licked at shadows

A Moon fairy landed near her
Swirling softly she spoke
Of the mist that clouded
Her thoughts

She shook the ashes –
The residue of past fires
Smoldering within her heart
She whispered…

“Another dawn is waiting
Let’s welcome it together
Warm it with Christmas cheer
The song of life is still dear.”
© Balroop Singh

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Raining Opportunities

Rain and clouds – a poet’s delight but they bring in gloom for some. It’s the way we look at things! Perspectives mold us into the kind of individuals we want to be.

Rain brings in some beautiful memories of the distant past, of childhood paper boats and weeping trees, of opportunities to slip out and splash in the transitory pools, which beckoned us to see our delightful faces.

Life passed by, robbing us of those thrilling moments. When the real meaning of opportunities dawned on us, we learned some profound lessons…

Opportunities are like drops of rain…you have to welcome them, harvest them and make them turn around! If you carry an umbrella all the time, you will miss the fun of soaking in their grandeur. They make you the person you would like to be, one day!

If you want to pick up the right opportunity,

• Have faith in yourself.
• Banish fears.
• Follow your dreams.
• Take initiative.

Sometimes opportunities come in the form of blessings, most unexpected but they also come in the form of misfortunes, with hidden possibilities and we may fail to comprehend what they have to offer. Dig deeper!

Mist of circumstances blocks our imagination, stops us from making new beginnings. Sometimes we don’t take the initiative due to lack of support, money, resources, health and sometimes family commitments seem more important. There is a silence within us, which responds only when the opportunity connects with our passion.

Having an open mind toward all the possibilities is the right approach. If we have a positive attitude, half the battle is won. Disappointments may disillusion us but an optimist would call it a blessing in disguise; thinking there is something better waiting for us!

I have always felt horizon is better than the sky because it keeps moving away, hence giving an impetus to our dreams and goals! Let the horizon be your inspiration. Clouds shield the light. Be patient!

“Create the world you want and fill it with the opportunities that matter to you”—Alicia Keys.

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Petals Define Life

Pixabay image by Rebekka D

Petals smile; soften our hearts
Memories mesmerize; sometimes.
Petals perish within days
Memories last like a perennial stream

Petals fall; flutter away
Memories stay; somber or stoic.
Petals sleep within protected layers
Memories deepen; deluge our senses

Petals exude positive light
Memories mingle with darker hues.
Petals perpetuate fleeting joy
Memories merge in moments of woe

Petals define paradox of life
Memories hold it firmly.
Petals preach momentary bliss
Memories seek eternity.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Manic Sylph for an inspiring Writing Prompt.

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