I’m excited to have a fellow #RRBC member and poet, Balroop Singh here today in celebration of National Poetry Month!
Poetry: My First Love
I don’t remember when I started liking poetry. Probably I was born with it or was fascinated by the lyrics of Mother Nature. My love for words dates back to those crazy days of playing word games in school, when we perused our dictionaries to accomplish the challenge of finding new words and guessing the meanings.
Despite those word-challenging games, my vocabulary remained so insignificant that I had to look up simple words like ‘gaunt’ to give the exact meaning to my students.
Can you believe that I have been accused of using difficult words in my poems?
Can you fathom my elation at such a compliment?
It is indeed a compliment for a person who has always struggled with words; who was not that blessed to be surrounded by books as a child; who was always eager to borrow books from the library but had to return them half-read!
Poetry soars on the wings of words; I like it due to its succinct style. Just one metaphor could speak volumes. I poured all my woes and emotions into words to create poetry. Soon I learnt to fly on its wings and my themes widened.
Poetry touches your deepest cords effortlessly. It develops perceptions.
It liberates us from mundane events and situations. It is cathartic, as it could carry me from detachment to forgiveness.
Due to its ambiguous nature, it can be interpreted in more than one way, depending on how a reader discerns your thoughts.
When I published my debut book, ‘Sublime Shadows of Life’ my excitement was at the ninth cloud and I got some copies printed for friends and family and sent them, even to those friends whom I met occasionally or had not met after school days.
One of my friends who had not been in touch with me for a long time rang me up and asked: ‘Are you okay?’
I replied in affirmative and asked why was she asking.
She had a grim tone and said: ‘Is everything going well in your life?’
I laughed loudly at the tone of my fun-loving friend and asked her what was wrong with her.
She told me that she got alarmed at some of my poems, which talked about oppression and dark moments.
Though I had mentioned in the blurb “I, you, he, we and they are universal symbols, which highlight the fact that happiness is not a destination…” but who reads the introduction!
Authors draw inspiration from life and people around them and many of them agree that they do creep into their stories.
Some of my poems do give a peep into my life. I have written about an incident that moved me deeply. Some of my poems are an emotional outburst; some are inspired from the life of my friends but all of them are not about me.
The following poem is an excerpt from my debut book: Sublime Shadows of Life.
Pain… My Antidote
Nearer to thee, my pain
Nearer to thee…
Now I have embraced you,
You have become my antidote,
You can no longer break my spirit,
You were my constant companion,
Now I have befriended you,
Made you my dearest confidant.
You have always mothered me,
Rocked me, pushed me around
Sometimes pricked me
In the form of a sibling,
Made fun of me,
Challenged my capabilities.
Many times you have
Surrounded me with
Incompetent, insecure people
You have flattered me
In the form of fair weather friends
You have made me suffer in silence.
As a child, I could not confront you
But growing with you
Emboldened me, enriched my life,
Made me realize
You cannot even touch my soul.
I have emerged stronger,
Kinder, perceptive, forgiving
To embrace you with all the humility.
© Balroop Singh
An excerpt from Emerging From Shadows:
Oasis Of Peace
Blooming blossoms, whispering wind
Carried me far into the haven of peace
Solitude softly spoke in serene tone,
We welcome weary travelers alone
Divesting dirty robes of dissent
We revel in the glorious sun
You too can embrace this light
Just follow it with smiling delight
The light that enlightens the mind
The light that permeates all around
Adds new dimension to thoughts
Guides us out of those knobby knots
Illumines those innate virtues
When we try to shake them off
In annoyance, in rage, in resentment
Leisurely hours are wistfully spent
Rejoicing in the new found glee
We sat and shared upon His knee
Palpable peace pervaded all around
Into which all dismay drowned.
© Balroop Singh
Balroop Singh, a former teacher and an educationalist always had a passion for writing. She would jot down her reflections on a piece of paper and forget about them till each drawer of her home started overflowing with poetic reminders, popping out at will!
She is a poet, a creative non-fiction writer, a relaxed blogger and a doting grandma. She writes about people, emotions and relationships. Her poetry highlights the fact that happiness is not a destination but a chasm to bury agony, anguish, grief, distress and move on! No sea of solitude is so deep that it can drown us. Sometimes aspirations are trampled upon, the boulders of exploitation and discrimination may block your path but those who tread on undeterred are always successful.
When turbulences hit, when shadows of life darken, when they come like unseen robbers, with muffled exterior, when they threaten to shatter your dreams, it is better to break free rather than get sucked by the vortex of emotions.
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Thank you for inviting me to your blog Denise; I am feeling honored.