Balroop Singh's Blog, page 10

We have lost our gem – the most revered person of our family. My dearest husband, Sardar Jatinder Pal Singh Srao, affectionately called JP, passed away suddenly on 24 October 2023. We are shocked beyond… More

Cold Dew Cold dew diffusesrainbow colors I admire,first rays of sun glinton the leaves of juniper,morning chill drapes meI walk by the vibrant trees leaves fill the sidewalkthe child in me takes delightin stepping on them… More

misty morning beckons me through the wide windowautumn sky waits for first glowdewy dawn delights. I step out to feel the aira sudden chill pulls me backcloak of the sun gets warmerwind casts her magic. Clouds… More

Here are the latest books that I’ve read and reviewed. There are three more, which I would share in another post. Mae takes you along to Harbor Inn, creates a perfect aura to immerse in… More

Autumn divesting dreary summer robesthe landscape shimmers withmagnificent crimson andautumn kissed, limp leaves.  *** new attireaccentuates hues,darkened byautumn sunchanging the connotation of transient decay.   *** just behold!autumn sunsets thatadd beautyto branches adorned with ochre and redsome greens smile… More

The Stranger The stranger I met at your home hauntsI have stepped outside with the thought –do I’ve any connectionwith this charming maiden?your love brought me hereyour cold manner,your aloof approachhurts A stunning silence encompasses.just acidic… More

It’s been a while since I shared the reviews of the books I’ve read. Here are some of my favorites, each one got glittering five stars from me. Deep in the Forest Where Poetry Blooms… More

Majestic momentsmelt in the hourglass of timetasseled gift of gold gleams in the jubilant heartsthe pleasures of blissful life© Balroop Singh *** Friends and fragrant airgrandeur of the evening glowgirls’ breezy banterno greater felicity than joyous togetherness©… More

A Mute Beauty Peacehoversaround hera mute beauty,a sculpture that stares expressionless, voiceless. her mind is a clean slate nowshe can’t hear you, her eyes follow, imploring you to understand pain that lies within her, waiting for Yama.***Ardently, this young… More

The Wait Adrift, alone, I pine,everyday I look out, separated by a windowwaiting. just forone glance, one chanceto prove my commitment, to pass the test of my patience,my love. will she turn her face once?will I hold on for… More