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Acceptance

Published on by balroop singh

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.

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#Poetry Challenge #Synonyms Only

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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 

#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 

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#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 24 Seasons #Poetry Challenge

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This Tanka prose is inspired from the year-long challenge of 24 seasons that ends this week.

Clamoring for Comfort

Oh! How painful is it to accept changes, to search for a new path when you feel lost and wander in an unknown wilderness? If little changes bring heartache, how do you accept mammoth changes that erase your existence; wipe away all hope? Shadows hover around you, clawing at the bleeding entrails. How do you steer a sinking boat out of turbulent seas of grief? 

A seared soul clamors
to break free and cross over
autumn dusk beckons,
wall of fog inches forward
a turmoil within me whirls.
© Balroop Singh

Kigo phrases: autumn dusk, wall of fog.

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

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