Grief that Keeps Growing

Published on by balroop singh

My Sentinel

Old and slightly tilted,
this pine stands by my window
Nodding every morning
As if understanding and absorbing
My grief.

It moves its arms wider with the wind
Embracing the gusts
As if sending a mute message
Of acceptance; to subdue
My grief.

At twilight, it filters the best hues
And splashes them on the sky
to uplift my melancholy mood.
My constant companion that mitigates
My grief.

It beseeches the moon to pause
and shine brighter to lend a little light
to the sepulchral heart. 
My sentinel sings to detach me from
My grief.

Every night, It caresses 
the owl’s deep hooting sound
To convert it into a lullaby
before it touches my ears, to soothe
My grief.

Am I alive?

A bizarre question haunts me.
Seized by illusory figures
I am dragged away by deceptive dusk.

Eternal night suffocates me
Is this my destination?
The horrors of being alone –

Sans smiles, sans fragrance of my soul mate.
© Balroop Singh

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33 thoughts on “Grief that Keeps Growing”

  8. So moving! To be alive to all the sights and sounds and yet to be bereft of one that makes you feel alive can be so heartbreaking and you captured it so beautifully.
    Balroop, thank you so much for joining in with this poignant verse. Sending you hugs.

  9. So relatable Balroop. I especially loved the last stanza –

    Eternal night suffocates me
    Is this my destination?
    The horrors of being alone 

    The silence can be defeaning.

    ❤

    1. You picked the most relevant lines, Deb. The darkness of this night is eternal. Nobody can fill this vacuum. I know you understand it so well. 🤗🤗

  10. Look how beautiful you wrote that–only one who’s alive could write like that.

    Dearest Balroop, just so beautiful. Sending you a message with the owl tonight. Sleep well my dearest. I cannot know what you’re going through but I know… Bless you. (((hugs)))

    1. Many thanks for sharing your beautiful thoughts dear Selma and your lovely message of hope. I tell myself everyday that I have no choice but stay alive. Love and hugs 🤗

  13. So heartbreaking, my friend. You are alive and your sentinel stands there to remind you as it bears the changes of the day. In that small way, you are not alone. Hugs.

  14. This is a powerful one, Balroop. It might be the most powerful you’ve written since your deep loss of your best friend and husband. There isn’t much else I can say.

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