#Syllabic #Poetry

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Found on Facebook: Welcome December, ‘December’s Song’ Watercolour by Elaine Bayley Illustrations

Snow

I am swept off by the north wind, grappling to find a foothold, wishing you could hold me one more time. The cold clutch of gloom drags me along the first snow of the season. Powerless, I look at those who offer weary words. Draping your memories around me, I stare at the clock that refuses to chime.

My world is dreary 
I am enshrouded by snow
snow queen’s lullaby
buries me deeper into 
the obscurity of time.
© Balroop Singh

While I am floundering in the sea of grief, I owe gratitude to all my blogger buddies for their kind words of solace. My clock has been standing still but I am trying my best to get back to blogging. Thank you.

Thanks to Colleen’s prompt for nudging me to keep writing.

Just One Goodbye

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Drenched in melancholic robes, I wander alone
Stormy skies refuse to open up
Silent shrieks tear me apart
Darkness gnaws at my mind
Dragging me into the alleys we walked together.

I’ve always advocated self-solace
I didn’t know it is so elusive
I can’t find even a streak of light
There is no way out of this cavern
That has swallowed me.

Hope flew away with you
Home is not warm anymore
A yawning stillness snaps at me
As I wait… wait for you
How could you leave me in this abyss?
This is not your way.

I look at the door
Wishing it could open one more time
I yearn for one more smile,
One more hug
I promise I’ll let you go
Just let me say goodbye.
© Balroop Singh

Thank you for your love, prayers and comforting words.

In Mourning – Shocked & Heartbroken

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Jatinderpal Singh 1953 – 2023

We have lost our gem – the most revered person of our family. My dearest husband, Sardar Jatinder Pal Singh Srao, affectionately called JP, passed away suddenly on 24 October 2023. We are shocked beyond words. His unexpected and untimely demise has left us heartbroken. He was a loving husband, a wonderful father, an adorable grandfather, a superb friend and a benevolent person with a divine streak. A simple man, with a magnanimous heart, he met each challenge of his life with a smile. An epitome of goodness and generosity, he believed in giving unconditional love to humanity. I don’t know how the monster of death tip-toed around him to snatch him away from me, in an instant. Doctors say it was a massive heart attack.

Darkness encompasses me
Walls are closing in upon me
I am wedged.
I try to scream but voice fails me
Words float around, mocking:
Where is your wisdom?

A glacier of grief sits in my throat
Constricting the tendons
Am I shattered?
That’s an understatement.
I can’t breathe.

Balroop Singh.

#Choka #Syllabic #Poetry

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Cold Dew

Cold dew diffuses
rainbow colors I admire,
first rays of sun glint
on the leaves of juniper,
morning chill drapes me
I walk by the vibrant trees 
leaves fill the sidewalk
the child in me takes delight
in stepping on them and smile
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

A choka is an intricate form of Japanese Poetry with lines that alternate between five and seven syllables, with the final line being an extra seven-syllable line. The choka poem may be any length.

I would be traveling for the next three weeks. See you in the last week of November. Thank you.

For more poetry: here is my poetry book –  Fusion – my latest release.

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope. 

#Kouta #Syllabic #Poetry

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View from my window

misty morning beckons me 
through the wide window
autumn sky waits for first glow
dewy dawn delights.

I step out to feel the air
a sudden chill pulls me back
cloak of the sun gets warmer
wind casts her magic.

Clouds drift to reveal the sun
first rays melt my muse
she confers with the colors
and creates this verse.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

The kigo word I chose – Autumn Sky

The kouta is a Japanese verse form, usually consisting of four lines but sometimes five, that tends to celebrate the average person’s everyday life in song. The most common variants seem to be 7/5/7/5 and 7/7/7/5, though these are only two possible variations.

Many thanks to all the readers who’ve read my latest release and shared their fabulous reviews of my poetry book –  Fusion – my latest release. This week, Colleen has shared her review of Fusion. Thank you!