Balroop Singh's Blog, page 28
May 22, 2020
The Red Bridge
We crossed the bridge and entered the forest. Dense, dark, damp. The uneven trail meandered Roots of trees trounced our venture But we trudged on. Day four of our adventure ended at the same place.… More
May 15, 2020
May 8, 2020
The Horizon
This image reminds me of a real story of two kids who thought that the sky and the earth meet and they would be able to touch the horizon. Everyday they watched in awe and… More
May 1, 2020
The Dark Pool
They stumbled upon a pool A dead pool, stagnant. Striving to breathe, Bereft of the elixir of life. Cascading stream fell silent The day avarice ate the woods Paths around it closed in support Rocks… More
April 24, 2020
Three Black Men
Three black men asked: “Why are you on this earth?” “To love, laugh and smile To chase our dreams To discover the wonders To create new paths.” “I can create doubts,” smirked Shorty. “We explore… More
April 16, 2020
Rocky Terrain
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… More
April 10, 2020
Tread Softly Here
Tread softly here, The velvety carpet of Mother Nature Is waiting to welcome those Who value her exquisite art. Wind whispers to leaves: “Fall gently, don’t ruin the spread Mingle in its violet hues To… More
April 3, 2020
How to Nurture Love for Poetry #NationalPoetryMonth
Poetry is said to be good for the soul, as it soothes our emotions, helps us dig deeper into thoughts and dreams and makes us discern the aesthetic pleasures around us. If you avoid poetry… More
March 27, 2020
She Watched…
When morning mist allured us And we sprinted to meet each other To play summer games When we were in no mood To admire the pink sky And sit for a while. We, the children… More
March 20, 2020
Literary Beetles
Gold couldn’t lure us We are literary beetles We walk at will, making our own trail. Destinations don’t hold us We scatter words that shimmer The sky is our canvas. Our burrows are cavernous We… More
