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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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
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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shrouded in dark robes
I watch the buds celebrate
green moments of joy
each one, a grim reminder –
golden days never tarry.
***
night fairies calm me
starry nights scatter silver
darkness melts at last
pink horizon scares shadows,
promises a path of primroses
***
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. This week, the challenge is “to use color as a metaphor, and write a poem connected to your favorite season.”
When darkness envelops you, favorites get diluted. However, I’ve tried to write two Tanka poems.
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
When dawn touches dewdrops
with her soft hues,
They try to hold hands,
To catch the silvery light
And make a dream flight
Just like the morning birds
Soaring together,
Rising to greet the pink hues
Of the sky
Murmuring the meaning
Of togetherness.
Paths of life are not straight
Flying away sounds magical
But dreams drown the boundaries.
They stand in a skeptical mood
Looking at the choices, thinking,
Is it worth it?
Who knows the dead end?
Should fears waver us?
Life flows
So do they.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration WDYS #355
Thank you.
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