Book Review ~ “Sublime Shadows of Life” by Balroop Singh

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From the author herself:

“Sublime Shadows of Life is a comment on life, its turbulent curves and relationships. It envisions people through the prism of poetry. I, you, he, we and they are universal symbols which highlight 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.”

 

My Review:

“Sublime Shadows of Life is a perfectly titled book, from author Balroop Singh. Each poem easily glides into the next yet, each one is its own entity. Singh captivates your heart, drawing you into her words, allowing you to feel the pain, the love, the longing for lost possessions and the fear of death. These complex emotions will have you rooting for the underdog, no matter who it may be, though you will find yourself in many of the verses.

In a journey through the ups and downs of life, we find there is always light after the darkness, there is always freedom from the demons who haunt, and there is always a chance to breathe new life into one’s own broken soul. Singh provides us with a means to forge ahead, and never give up.

This book is truly sublime poetry, written with the pen of a beautiful soul. Her words will clearly speak to you, as they did me.

 

Places to find Balroop Singh:

To purchase Sublime Shadows of Life, Click Here

Blog: Emotional Shadows
Facebook: Emotional Shadows

 

**This review also appears on Amazon.com and Goodreads.

Deep Down in the Dungeon ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

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Deep down in the dungeon, noises could be heard

That rattled the bones of the dead, as they stirred

Awakened by the party, yet another drunken sot

All gathered together, twas the King, and his lot

Revelry continued, ugh, the sound was too much

They decided it was time, but what to do in a clutch?

It was Christmas, they pondered, was not Halloween

They needed a plan, should they query the Queen?

Of course not, she was one of the revelers, too

Instead, here’s what they decided they should do

Donning a Santa hat, they made their way upstairs

After all, they’re just bones, so nobody should care

They were the life of the party, how could that be?

Since they were dead, causing all that whoopee!

When everyone had gone, the King found his way

He wanted to thank them for saving the day

But nowhere could he find, those strange unknowns

All they left behind, were a few broken bones…

 

December Writing Prompt – Deep down in the dungeon – Day 6/31

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Lasting Friendship ~ #poetry #RDP

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No matter what time of year, far or near

Gather together, the ones you hold dear

Reminisce about the days, when life was a trip

Remember to cherish, such lasting friendships

 

Ragtag Daily Prompt – Friendship

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Exploring the Worlds – #poetry #whatdoyousee?

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The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”.  You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you.  More info can be found in the link below.


Galaxies full of wondrous delight

Tis a small child’s endless dream

To spin with celestial floating orbs

In such a beautiful astral scene

Even his shadow’s along for the fun

Still, he’s far away from the skies

With colors igniting his imagination

There’s a spark, a gleam, in his eyes

So fascinated, by the universe above

He stops, for a moment, to stare

Wondering what it is that he’ll need

To explore these worlds, up there

 

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A Warm Blanket ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

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A blanket he kept, so soft and warm
Held the faintest hint of her perfume
He refused to toss it, into the wash
The fragrance would no longer loom

Her coffee mug and glasses, sat there
On the patio table, they were waiting
For her to return, to finish her book
The one, she said, was so frustrating

He made sure the candle was burning
Should she return to this place, near dark
So he sat on the porch swing, humming
Like they used to do, in the county park

A heavy sigh, now escaped his lips
As he slowly stood, to go back inside
He couldn’t bear to blow out the candle
So he stood there instead, and just cried

The love of his life was no longer
Her dreams were never quite fulfilled
He gathered her warmth, from the blanket
But he still couldn’t evade death’s chill

 

December Writing Prompt – A blanket, soft and war, with the faintest hint of her perfume – Day 5/31

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