Category: Poetry

Acceptance

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It’s the time to wrap the clouds
around my shoulders –
A veil of darkness and
its chilly tremors persist.

Light laden sky opens up
a wondrous canvas.
Colors merge around the sun
descending down for the day.

Shadows of time hold 
the racing seconds to hear whispers.
Knots of life yarn get firmer
The fading glow percolates into the soul.

Another solo travel awaits 
An unwilling step forward
through the stormy avenues – 
An unavoidable maze.
© Balroop Singh

I am closing the comments as I will be traveling to attend to an important work. See you next year.

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Grief that Keeps Growing

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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

Written in response to https://dversepoets.com

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#Spring Equinox #TankaTuesday

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Trees beam with color
birdsongs usher in spring dawn
dispelling darkness
yet my heart harbors a grudge
unsaid words wail wistfully.

…

Golden rays shake me
send an impassioned message –
positive thoughts help
wildflowers don dewy robes
Even the willows shimmer.

…

Doves coo in delight
haunting calls that pierce my heart
raking memories
blissful yesteryears hover
clasping me to offer balm.

…

Nebulous night drags
as I gaze at the ceiling –
empty, like my life.
Dare I swish the drape apart?
glance at the glorious dawn?
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for her 24 Seasons Poetry Challenge, which inspires syllabic poetry. I’ve highlighted the Kigo words.

Many thanks to all my blogger buddies for coming over to read and share their thoughts. I am trying to come out of my cocoon to visit your blogs.

#TankaTuesday – 24 Seasons #Poetry Challenge

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Pixaby image

This valley – our vault
that resounds with memories
spring mists surround me
as I gather some fragments
scattered on the path we loved.

***

Do you remember?
the first butterfly of spring
always allured us
she too chose to fly away
alone I sit here, inert.

***

When fragrance falters
threatening clouds creep closer
light recedes within
spring sunsets lose their luster
life sounds meaningless.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and her inspiration to write Syllabic Poetry.

Thank you dear blogger buddies for your words of solace in my darkest hours of life.

Morbid Moments & Spring Whispers…

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I have returned but am still struggling to accept the misfortune that befell me, still unable to forget the shocking moments – when the most loved and respected person in my life was suddenly snatched away from me. As if that was not enough, I lost my mom too and had to rush to India to be with my siblings. Dumbstruck, we hugged each other, mourning the double loss.

a meandering mind
no inspiration to write
I drift with moments

such morbid moments
that question the unperceived
but no one answers!

choked beyond spirit
I wander in search of muse
delusions abound.

© Balroop Singh

Held hostage by a wintery heart, I am trying to ignite the embers of life by welcoming spring. In this part of California, the trees have blossomed and daffodils and tulips can be seen all around though some clouds still linger at the horizon. Thanks to Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, I could barely manage a Butterfly Cinquain.

Spring Whispers

March winds
knock at the door
shake me out of slumber
spring returns with a song of hope,
perks up –
murmuring melodies of faith
igniting self-belief –  
admire the sun
sans you. 
© Balroop Singh

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