Tag: emotions

#TankaTuesday – Synonyms only

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Image from my patio

Time twinkles and glows
a fraction of an hour pauses
watch the spectacle!
the horizon celebrates
the design of hued twilight.

***

clouds vie with passion
steal the radiance of sky
momentary splash –
crafted by ardent artist,
articulating finesse.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

The challenge this week is to use synonyms of CREATE and BRIGHT.

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The Doomed – #PicturePrompt #WDYS

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Image credit; Стас Кадрулев @Unsplash

The Doomed

Murkier than my thoughts,
Ear-shattering silence surrounds me
The pretense of closing my eyes,
The façade of calmness hides the ache of eons.

Emotional waves often engulf me,
Societal shears have claimed chunks –
My heart is no longer the same,
Having incised too many times.

Am I alive? You may surmise so.
Do they ever ask?
Who has the time to stand
And look into the eyes of the doomed? 

My only savior – my muse steps in,
Kicks me out of my trance –
“Willow’s attire doesn’t suit you,” she whispers,
“Get up and drape the suit of spring.”
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sajde for the inspiration – #Whatdoyousee – 278.

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 

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#TankaTuesday – Taiga

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pristine clouds seem like
angels about to descend
will they spray magic,
drenching me with divine love?
mesmerizing spectacle.
© Balroop Singh

#TankaTuesday is back! Thank you dear Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

For challenge no. 1, Colleen invites interested writers to create a taiga, and the caveat is to use a black and white image, paired with a syllabic poem. A taiga is a tanka and an image. 

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 

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Alone? #Pictureprompt

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Image Credit; Felipe Labate @ Unsplash

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.

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 

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.

#PicturePrompt – What do you See?

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Image credit; Leandra Rieger
@ Unsplash

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