Category: Poetry

Pleasure Seekers #Poetry

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Pleasure Seekers

Crowds scare me
And a crammed beach?
Not for me!

The waves lose their rhythm,
Their crescendo gets mixed up.
Human voices drown their melody.

Then there are the surfers 
Who block the spectacular view
Their pleasure can’t match mine.

When beach becomes Times Square
When faces become an ocean
Halcyon horizon vanishes.

The magic of merging into the unknown,
The breezy caress of whirling waves
Passes by unnoticed.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration What do you see #273.

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New Dawn

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New Dawn

Dawn dissipates darkness
An ocean within me turns.
Traipsing on the waves of hope
I hold the strings of a new day.

It’s time to embrace the dawn,
Hold the glow in my heart
Let the light seep into my bones
Learn from the horizon.

Magical moments don’t last –
They come like waves,
Break into a calm whisper,
Breathe life into each element.

A wake-up call to gather the remnants, 
To merge into the mysteries around us
To walk with the shroud of light 
And smile once again.
© Balroop Singh

Inspired from WDYS #269 by Sadje. Thanks for the inspiration Sadje. Dawn is my favorite time of the day.

Wishing all my blogger buddies and readers a Happy and creative 2025.

I am emerging from the darkness of self-imposed isolation, promising to be more responsive in 2025. Thank you dear friends, for all the love and support.

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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.

Thank you.

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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.