You are Enough. #WDYS

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Beneath that beauty lie broken dreams
Beneath that sadness sit unspoken words.
That gentle face hides frozen fallacy
Feigning to hold forlorn finesse.

I know that veracious visage so well
A vortex of repressed emotions.
Murmurs of grief vacillate around
Will they shake you out of slumber?

Fears that shriek to spurt out,
Fortitude that is struggling to stand by,
Self-love that is germinating gauntly.
Nurture it; let it nourish your soul.

I know you are enough,
Enough to confront those who smother you.
Listen to that inner voice
That is the only support, the only hope.

Don’t drown dreams in the sea of yearnings.
Make your own choices
Wake up to catch those clouds
Be the person you want to be!

When despairs deepen,
Ignite the fire within.
Wriggling out is no longer a challenge, 
Bound before it consumes you. 

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt. #WDYS 358

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#Pi-Ku #TankaTuesday

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This week’s TankaTuesday challenge is quite inspiring as Melissa has introduced us to Pi-ku, a new poetic form. I was not familiar with it and therefore, it was fun to learn it.

A Pi-Ku is a short, three-line-poem that mimics the structure of a traditional haiku but uses a 3-1-4 syllabic format.

clouds descend
kiss
earth’s elixir

***

celestial
blue
embraces their mist

***

meandering
stream
calms the aura

***

harmony
hinges
on their fusing

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Melissa and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

My new poetry book is dedicated to such blogger buddies for inspiring me to learn and write syllabic poetry. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

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A Dream #WDYS

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I parked my dream
with my brand new, white cycle
It still whispers through
the pores of my skin, nudging,
reminding: dreams never die.

***

caged in metaphors
content with the flight they took
all dreams have melted. 
a cauldron of charred moments –
the only reality.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt WDYS – 357.

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#TankaTuesday

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can we dig deeper?
to excavate dormant dreams,
to nurture the love
that still waits at the crossroads,
eager to hone harmony.

***

can we wriggle out? 
can the snowy shackles melt?
walk a mile with me
better beginnings beckon
lustrous love lingers in hearts.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Robbie for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write a poem that “features one or more forms of alliteration.”

Alliteration has been one of my favorite literary devices.

My new poetry book is dedicated to such blogger buddies for inspiring me to learn and write syllabic poetry. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

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A Memorable Villa #WDYS

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A Memorable Villa

One of my childhood memories
Could never fade,
As Grandpa’s favorite picture
still adorns the big wall of his room.

He loved this villa,
Its blue doors and windows
In sync with the sky
and the sea that faced it.

A narrow staircase
Kissed the clouds
“We often tried to touch them,”
He smiled when he told us.

We would sit in awe
When he told us
the stories of this beautiful house,
encompassed by flowery creepers.

Flower fairies adored the walls
Butterflies played with them,
Breeze danced in delight
It sounded magical!

“Is it a fairy tale, grandpa?”
We asked him.
His wistful eyes wandered
as he shook his head in disagreement.

Young aspirations took flight,
The pull of the world enticed him
Leaving childhood home behind,
he got lost in the endless chase of life.

Villas live longer than people
They cradle many generations
Such pictures steal a sliver of time —
a prized possession of memories.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt — WDYS #356.

Thank you.

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