Balroop Singh's Blog, page 38

I Dived In To Discover!

This brook breathed a quiet message Why do you write poems? Write about people Write about their whims And their hidden stings! I nodded. Yet I dived in to gather its colors Divine blues and… More

Moments Of Gratitude

The tender touch of breeze The soft sound of brook Some beautiful blossoms smiling At the light and warmth of sun   Happiness filtering through the trees Moonlight streaming through my windows Hope sprouting around… More

Calm

Far away From the humdrum of life Is the land we hold sacrosanct The land of tranquility Where melodies of nature calm Reflections gather and glimmer Dreams bounce with joy Mother Nature’s sanity speaks Exquisite… More

How To Know Yourself?

Do you know yourself? Yes, I know your answer is positive but my next question is: How much? If you really know yourself, try writing down ten points each about your personality, aspirations and relationships,… More

The Valley Of Happiness

They lived in the valley of happiness Away from the hypocritical world A valley, surrounded by flowers Welcoming rain, sunshine, and snow. They had braved the storms of life, They believed in themselves! Broken dreams… More

How Individualism Affects Your Personality

Individualism is“a social theory advocating the liberty, rights, or independent action of the individual.” Individualism gives prominence to self-development; personal achievements and independence of a person. When children grow up with the concept that they… More

Glimmer

Is that your glimmer that is blinding me? But I love my darkness Into which you pushed me I rejoice in my own domain now. A glacial glimmer froze me But Time stood still To… More

True Awakening

Wake up, nudged my muse I grimaced, And immersed myself Deeper into the sea of Self-judgment and censure Self-scorn and regret Abyss of anguish threatened Torrential tears of rue throttled Chaotic thoughts clamored Till awakening… More

How Self-love Degenerates into Arrogance

There was a time when self-love was considered to be a “moral flaw.” A traditional view of self-love was equated with “doom,” a path to “failure,” “selfishness and ego.” In the words of Voltaire, “It… More

Magical Fall

Nature nurtures my muse Who sits by this waterfall Soaking in the surreal wonders Spellbound by heavenly hues She treads on emerald rocks To admire crimson leaves To swing on bare branches Her words swirl… More