creative writing – Emotional Shadows

Golden Moments #WDYS

Published on August 3, 2026August 3, 2026 by balroop singh23 Comments

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Golden Moments

When books were my only friends,
my only confidants,
I sat at my desk for hours,
collecting pearls of all the colors.

Pink pearls were fascinating
Invisible within the words,
they bled all night
Lending their hues to the paper.

Behind the blinds,
in the streets, dusk dwelled for a while,
Giggled with the glow worms,
merged into darkness.

Captivated by the words
I sat, sipping my mocha
sweeter than the stories of eons,
Oblivious of night fairies that beckoned.

Languages bowed before me
I savored their flavors
Those were the golden moments
When history spoke to me.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration WDYS #352.

Thank you.

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#Haiku #WDYS

Published on July 27, 2026July 27, 2026 by balroop singh24 Comments

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A page from Seasons and Crystals

paragon of poise,
image of Mother Nature
breathing restfulness.

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clasping trees glimmer
in the misty morning breeze
a glorious sight.

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Mother Nature’s shears
protect one and all alike
with serene blessings.

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joyous moments pause,
memories peep from the seats
little reminders.

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drenched in divine,
we walk through the paths of life
an exquisite joy.

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a dreamy silence
envelops the land of love
love lores imbue it.

An excerpt from My new poetry book, these haiku perfectly fit Sadje’s photo prompt #WDYS – 351.

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#Dreams #TankaTuesday

Published on July 21, 2026 by balroop singh26 Comments

Dreams

The dream of my life was to fly with the clouds, drape their colors, adapt their shapes, hover and glide over the woods and valleys that I would love to visit. I couldn’t dare to share these desires. Now they have found their way through crevices of my heart and mind. Are they symbolic of portents of possible happenings? They boost my creativity in the middle of the night.

dreamers know no fears
don’t rush to open new doors.
they soar above them
and land wherever they like.
maps become superfluous.

An excerpt from my new release just fits the #TankaTuesday prompt of Yvette, this week. Here is the link to look inside My new poetry book

Thank you.

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Our House #WDYS

Published on July 13, 2026July 13, 2026 by balroop singh11 Comments

That house on the hill,
Surrounded by the trees,
still whispers your love
Love that never fades, never dies.

Love – a brocade of memories
Love – an electrifying echo
Shimmers each morning with the first ray of the sun,
diffuses golden kisses at the western horizon.

Love that rides on moonbeams
To descend in my backyard
and sing luscious lullabies
To fill the vacuum in my heart.

Ensconced in this house,
Cradled by memorable moments,
Your love is still my velvety blanket
that keeps me warm on freezing nights.

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Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt — WDYS 349

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#NewRelease #Syllabic #Poetry

Published on July 6, 2026 by balroop singh20 Comments

I am delighted to share my new poetry book, which is available for Pre-order, here.

I am thankful to all the poets who write and promote Syllabic Poetry, as I have learned to write various forms of this poetry with your prompts and inspiration. A special THANKS to Colleen, whose encouragement never wanes, and her positive comments keep pouring in despite her busy schedule.

Syllabic poetry is a challenging form of poetry that relies on syllabic count. It may appear to be short and simple, and easy to write, but I realized its level of difficulty when I tried to write within the given syllables. It conveys the poet’s thought in a succinct and meaningful manner. It has a soul that peeps through words brimming with emotion. Each word is loaded, and each metaphor is significant. Read slowly to savor the flavor and the depth of the thought.