#TankaTuesday

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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 

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A Dream Flight #WDYS

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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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#TankaTuesday

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thorny path ahead
yet my resolve remains firm
when shadows stumble
wisdom chooses to follow us
each step is fearlessly bold 

***

one step at a time
we meander through life’s path
with unsteady steps
slippery stones delude us
cobwebs can’t trap the brawny
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Yvette for an inspiring prompt this week. Tread with Trepidation is the theme this week for writing syllabic poetry (any form).

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 

My new poetry book

The Queen #WDYS

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The Queen

Each morning
When eastern rim glows pink,
The queen of flowers spreads her soft hands,
Allures her admirers with her fragrance
to kiss her delicate visage.

She waltzes for a second
To gather the beams of morning sun,
To shake off the the silence of spring dewdrops,
To intoxicate bees and butterflies,
And be the pride of Mother Nature.

Alone she enjoys the moment
With tranquil delight in her eyes,
Lilting with life
She breathes a message of giving,
Giving all that she can offer.

Riding on the wings of spring
She savors the bumblebee’s buzz
Flaunts her seasonal charm
Ephemeral beauty that fades fast
Like a melting candle.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration WDYS #354 photo prompt.

Thank you.

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Behind the Door #WDYS

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Image Credit; Istiaque Hossain @ Pexels

Behind the Door

The door that locked me in,
The door that became my canvas,
Ignited my creativity,
Stirred my numb mind,
I’m glad I sat behind this door.

The door that barred my way,
The door that nurtured my mirages,
Peeping outside was a sin.
It taught me to look within.
I’m glad I lived within.

The door that kept beckoning,
The door that argued assertively,
Chasing a false future is futile.
Clinging to past imperfections, pallid.
I’m glad it taught me!

The door that I shunned willingly,
The door that I kept closed
To emerge saner, subtle minded.
Positive vibes carried me far.
I’m glad it nurtured me!

The door that sparked curiosity,
The door that I broke open,
Delusions died with the door.
Realism was stark and stormy.
I’m glad I could break free!

Away from dark corridors of the mind,
Abandoning all fears behind that door.
I move into the realms of my choice,
Into the world of love and peace.
I look forward to the new world!

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt #WDYS 353

Thank you.

All the posts on my blog are created by me and are protected by copyright. It is strictly prohibited to use them to train AI technologies.

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

My new poetry book