Author: balroop singh

A former high school teacher and an educator, a passionate reader, a published poet and a writer, an ardent nature lover, I am also fond of good, soft music. Amazon link for my books: goo.gl/X1NEFf

The Flames #WDYS

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The Flames

I could hear that sound
The fire crackling within me,
the flames consuming my self-esteem,
Shrieking suffocation.

I could hear that sound
So familiar, so conversant,
stifled within me,
smothered by shackles.

I could hear that sound
Coercing me to respond, to shake off
The fiery touch,  tearing off
my spirit, my confidence, my vivacity.

I could hear that smoldering agony
Imploring me to rise, to react,
reminding me of my resolve
To live with dignity.

I can no longer snub that sound,
that inner voice, my mentor
my only benefactor, cautioning me
not to die of asphyxiation.

I can no longer wait for droplets
of that heavenly nectar.
Pretense is peeping through
that cloak of compassion.

I can no longer remain insignificant
Your harrowing hauteur is oppressive.
Forgive me for finding my own avenues
My gratitude goes to my spirit.

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration — WDYS 366

Thank you. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside

My new poetry book

When the World was Ours #WDYS

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When the World was Ours…

Life was just sunshine
When this quaint village nurtured us
We didn’t know chaos
when Mother Nature cradled capricious kids.

Unaware of the beauties
of dusk and dawn
We played on the bridge for hours,
making unreal promises.

Even the breeze loved our dreams,
Light gray clouds billowed golden glow
When the orange ball slowly descended
and the stream soaked colors with glee.

Autumn was our favorite season
When wine drunk leaves danced,
crunched under our feet
And the hills reverberated our laughter.

Drenching in the moonlight
Gathering silvery beams in our hearts
was the real joy
That was our world once – so surreal.

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #WDYS 365

Thank you. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside

My new poetry book

#TankaTuesday – Behind the Mask

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The challenge this week is to write syllabic poetry about what lies behind the mask. Thanks to Yvette and Colleen for the inspiration.

knives within their hearts
a perfect smile that could kill
a confident gait
a befitting mask to win,
to dazzle the admirers

***

the show continues
till you creep behind their skin
to uncover the lies
true tales tumble out soon
finally, the facade falls

***

© Balroop Singh
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Thank you.

Bruno Knew #WDYS

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Image Credit; Stephen Andrews @ Pexals

Bruno Knew

Memories come crowding
When I look at this picture
It may sound perfect
Until you know why we stood there.

More than me
Bruno knew he will not return
Yet we stood there
Just looking at the water.

Too young to understand
Why ashes are immersed in water
I pulled at mom’s dress
When she emptied the urn.

The water swallowed the contents,
Even the urn.
Bruno jumped ahead
He ran  in circles to see it.

Bruno put his head on my lap
Tears trickled down as
He licked my hands and sat quietly,
Looking at his food.

For days, Bruno sat in dad’s room
I still remember the wait
Every day I thought he’ll come back
How could he leave us like that?

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #WDYS 364

Thank you. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside

My new poetry book

#TankaTuesday – The Window #WDYS

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Image credit; Kim Magno @ Pexals

The Window

he waits
for his sunbath
in his precious window
the golden glow peeks through the clouds
calmly

***

crisp air,
eerie silence,
frozen wind sleeps on trees
chill whispers through the window chinks
he watches

***

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write American Cinquain.

Thanks to Sadje for the photo prompt #WDYS –363

Thank you. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside

My new poetry book