Alone? #Pictureprompt

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Alone?

Alone? Not really.
Existing on a barren land? No!
Rivulets of your love flow within me.

A soul soaked with love knows –
Time may have robbed the smiles and colors
How will he rip off your love?

There are many more like me,
Standing tall – we have some life left
In the landscape that needs your love.

Rooted in time, transcending beyond eternity
We derive light from each other
And wait for our nimbus. 

There were happier times,
Joy bounced around us
Clouds cared to keep us moist. 

Bathing in the ecstasy of togetherness,
We waltzed in the arms of nature
Forgetting the attacks of demanding demons.

Feeding on the weaknesses of humans
They exult at the lone figures but
Ego gets knocked off, as the divine intervenes.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sajde for the inspiration – #Whatdoyousee – 277.

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#PicturePrompt – What do you See?

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A Daughter

I can’t speak but
I feel suffocated.
The arms that are meant to cuddle, to nurture,
Feel like brambles but
I can’t speak.

I yearn for
The tender warmth of your womb,
When our breathing balanced
And your hopes soared,
I could hear you.

Why blame me for what I am?
Wasn’t it your choice?
Weary of societal jibes,
You too wanted a son.

So what if I’m the fourth child
Will you smother me in your arms?
For hours I keep crying for you but
I can’t speak.

When I learn your language,
I’ll support you, mama, I’ll speak for you
Together, we’ll fight the fears and threats.
Together, we’ll redefine our freedom.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sajde for the inspiration – #Whatdoyousee – 276.

Thank you for reading my poetry.
Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

For more poetry, hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

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.

Thank you for reading my poetry.
Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

For more poetry, hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

Acceptance

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.

Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

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#Poetry Challenge #Synonyms Only

like an unmoored boat, I drift
to soothe my fragmented nerves
your vows echo around me
but rogue waves threaten

*** 

I hold my head high to see 
a shadow that follows me
a wonderful illusion
that keeps me alive

***

an eternal bond that soothes
a timeless pledge that persists
despite earthly boundaries
can love be confined?
© Balroop Singh

This week, Lisa is the host for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge. The challenge is ‘Synonyms Only.’ That means we will be using synonyms for the given prompt words: promise and comfort.

I’ve highlighted the synonyms I used. I chose to write a string of dodoitsu.

A dodoitsu is a Japanese form of poetry that is sometimes performed as a folk song. It has 26 syllables: 7 in the first, second and third lines, and 5 in the last line. (7/7/7/5). No rhyming. No title.

Thank you dear readers.

Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

For more poetry, hang out with  Hues Of Hope