#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge

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This week’s challenge is “Synonyms Only”

Mind plays silly games
pulling delightful moments
memories emerge
monotony of days end, 
effacing the darker hues.

***

dreary hours stand still
thoughtless walk into the past
pernicious practice
hampers the journey of life,
shackles my fidgety muse.

***

submerged in the deeps
she emerges to have a look
just for a minute –
amnesic and dull-witted,
oblivious of perils.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Selma who is hosting Tanka Tuesday this week.

The words she gave are: Mindless and Humdrum. We have write a Tanka, using the synonyms of the words. I have written a string of Tanka and highlighted my synonyms.

Thank you dear readers.

Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

For more poetry, hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

Image from Pixaby.

#Tanka Prose – Specific Theme

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The challenge this week is to write a syllabic poem about something that brought a big change in your life.

A Paradox

Each October strengthened our love for each other, a reminder that our souls were fused forever. Can there be a more haunting paradox – that the celebratory month of marital bliss converts into life-long mourning? When precious moments of togetherness are knocked off in the same month, when priceless memories get linked to a shocking reality, Almighty sounds ruthless.

This path is dead now
as you departed halfway
oh! in October
fate conspired to betray us.  
irrevocable havoc!
© Balroop Singh

Sadje is the host for this week’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. Thank you for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

Thank you dear readers.

Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

For more poetry, hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

#TankaTuesday #SyllabicPoetry – Tanka Puente

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The challenge of the week is to write a Tanka Puente with the theme of best and worst moments.

If you haven’t heard of the Puente form of poetry, do not worry. Puente simply means ‘bridge’ in Spanish. A Puente poem comprises of three stanzas with the first and third being separate thoughts but sharing an equal number of lines. The second stanza is the bridge stanza and is a single line enclosed in tildes (~) that acts as a bridge between the thoughts in the first stanza and the third stanza. You can use a quote for the bridge stanza which is something I like to do, but this is not obligatory. 

Two Faces

Her healing touch calms
her magical glow enchants
her whispers warble
Mother Nature nurtures us
creates calming symphonies.

~“Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature’s inexorable imperative.” – H.G. Wells

her wrath is deadly – 
it reverberates for days
she can destroy us
the magnitude of her ire
is unimaginable.
© Balroop Singh

Inspired from the devastation caused by Helena. Thank you dear readers.

Thanks to Robbie, the host of Tanka Tuesday this week.

Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

For more poetry, hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

Smitha’s Comprehensive Review…

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I am extremely grateful to Smitha, an accomplished poet and author, for understanding each emotion embedded in my latest poetry book and finding light in the midst of gloomy poems. She took my heart away with the words: “These are emotions that will resonate with anyone who has lost someone they deeply love.” Please click on the link to read her full review of the book – Just One Goodbye, inspired from the yearning to hear the last words, which were never spoken. The comments are closed here. Please visit Smitha’s blog to share your thoughts. Thank you.

Book Review 20/50 : ‘Just One Goodbye- Poems from the heart’ by Balroop Singh

Here is the Amazon link for kindle store

And for Print edition

New Release – Just One Goodbye

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Grief is like a perennial stream that flows unaffected, as the layers of glacier that sit within our hearts get thicker each moment. The tunnels of thawed emotions struggle to find a passage, which is often blocked by outside influence – by our own family members and friends. Their words of sympathy try to plug the bleeding holes, little knowing that some cracks are permanent; they can’t be darned. I’ve tried to give vent to my frozen feelings in these poems.

Shocked beyond words at the sudden demise of my husband, I found refuge in poetry. With a choked throat and numb lips, I sat shivering. Alone, unable to speak.

Tears flowed when I wrote these poems; they continued to flow when I read them again and again to check for any errors. Now they lurk around the rims of my eyes, the heaviness in the heart has not decreased; the emptiness in the pit of my stomach makes me shudder even now, after almost a year of being alive without him.

This journey through grief is now available for pre-order.

Here is the link: your book’s detail page* in the Kindle Store. A paperback will be available within two days.

Dear friends and blogger buddies, thank you for reading my poems though they’ve taken a turn into dark alleys but I promise to emerge from them, one day.

Balroop Singh.