#Oxymoron #SyllabicPoetry #TankaTuesday #WDYS

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Silent screams only Mother Nature hears
I walk the winter of life,
made warmer by dear friends.

***

Conflagration within calmed by thoughts
sorrow recedes for sometime
moments offer solace.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Robbie and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write a poem using the concept of an oxymoron. I’ve tried to write two Kimo to illustrate the meaning of oxymoron.

A Kimo poem is an Israeli form of haiku (untitled) that has three lines with a 10-7-6 syllable format and which does not rhyme.

Thanks to Sadje for #photoprompt #Whatdoyousee.
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That’s Not Me #PhotoPrompt #WDYS

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That’s Not Me.

She stands alone,
oblivious of her surroundings
Untouched by the waves
striking at her feet,
Her gray robes drenched in melancholy.

I stand in the cabana and watch
Is this me?
I doubt it!
I was full of life, I loved the beach,
The waves filled my heart,
each one brought new joy
I could hold the sea breeze in my hands
I could hear the call of serenity
Dusk or dawn, rain or shine,
the ocean spoke to me.

And now, it’s so quiet.
It has swallowed all light
It’s gloomy and gray
It only echoes darkness
But these are echoes of winter
Of twilight, of dissonance
Only she knows them, not me.
Yes, that’s not me.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #Whatdoyousee – 322

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Only the Light #WDYS

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Only the Light

The last train of the year has left
And I stand here,
surrounded by the mist
Emptiness within and around.

But I’ve no qualms, no apprehension.
Beyond the horizon,
I can see the light,
dotted with fluffy clouds;

Transmitting mute messages –
Dwell within us,
We offer eternal companionship
Of love and harmony.

And I wonder – 
Could paradise be any different?
The blue unknown offers
A thousand sanctuaries of inner peace.

No more trains for me
No worldly worries,
Only the light, lightly held by the moon
In moments that make memories.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #Whatdoyousee – 321

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#Break #WDYS #AcrosticPoetry

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I am taking a break but there is no excitement of the festive season in it. Pleasure walked out of my life two years ago. Will it ever return?

Break

Banking on the stream of life,
Resting my head on the waves,
Endeavoring hard to keep floating,
Adamant about dwelling in the shadows
Knocked down by a sudden storm, I’m blindsided. 

***

Besieged by endless possibilities
Realms of positivity are beseeching me,
Exhorting me to abandon the dark corridors
And move ahead to take charge of
Knotty problems that need my attention.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the image that speaks for my mood. #Whatdoyousee – 316.

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#Poetry Challenge #TankaTuesday #WDYS

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Mystic Folds

Some landscapes are incredibly dazzling. It’s hard to believe that they are naturally formed marvels. Surrounded by the shades of orange and red, I stand by the swirling sandstone, awestruck by the centuries-old folds. I can hear the timeless sounds that echo the wondrous power of nature. The brilliant glow of the setting sun conjures a strange spiritual connection with the layered symphonies – so pure yet so wild!

monoclines
a unique beauty
breathing hope
mystic folds
created by the unseen
Mother Nature stuns!
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Willow and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to create either a Shadorma Prose or an any type of prose, including a syllabic form. The subject or theme can be of your choosing. 
Thanks to Sadje for #Whatdoyousee #315 and an inspiring image to create this poem.

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