Tag: grief

Smitha’s Comprehensive Review…

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I am extremely grateful to Smitha, an accomplished poet and author, for understanding each emotion embedded in my latest poetry book and finding light in the midst of gloomy poems. She took my heart away with the words: “These are emotions that will resonate with anyone who has lost someone they deeply love.” Please click on the link to read her full review of the book – Just One Goodbye, inspired from the yearning to hear the last words, which were never spoken. The comments are closed here. Please visit Smitha’s blog to share your thoughts. Thank you.

Book Review 20/50 : ‘Just One Goodbye- Poems from the heart’ by Balroop Singh

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New Release – Just One Goodbye

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Grief is like a perennial stream that flows unaffected, as the layers of glacier that sit within our hearts get thicker each moment. The tunnels of thawed emotions struggle to find a passage, which is often blocked by outside influence – by our own family members and friends. Their words of sympathy try to plug the bleeding holes, little knowing that some cracks are permanent; they can’t be darned. I’ve tried to give vent to my frozen feelings in these poems.

Shocked beyond words at the sudden demise of my husband, I found refuge in poetry. With a choked throat and numb lips, I sat shivering. Alone, unable to speak.

Tears flowed when I wrote these poems; they continued to flow when I read them again and again to check for any errors. Now they lurk around the rims of my eyes, the heaviness in the heart has not decreased; the emptiness in the pit of my stomach makes me shudder even now, after almost a year of being alive without him.

This journey through grief is now available for pre-order.

Here is the link: your book’s detail page* in the Kindle Store. A paperback will be available within two days.

Dear friends and blogger buddies, thank you for reading my poems though they’ve taken a turn into dark alleys but I promise to emerge from them, one day.

Balroop Singh.

#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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#TankaTuesday 24 Seasons… #Poetry Challenge

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Dew Delight?

Dew doesn’t delight me now. Morning walks sound lusterless without you, yet I plod on the old, preferred path, knowing there can be no new beginnings. Cloudy skies, autumn hues and vermilion sunsets may brighten my day for a moment, but I live in the shadows. White drapes dance around me every morning. They fail to stir a comatose mourner.

Mourning never ends
change in seasons reinforce 
the grim reminder:
darkening days is your fate
loneliness – your only friend.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write Tanka Prose. My kigo words have been highlighted.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

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Grief that Keeps Growing

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My Sentinel

Old and slightly tilted,
this pine stands by my window
Nodding every morning
As if understanding and absorbing
My grief.

It moves its arms wider with the wind
Embracing the gusts
As if sending a mute message
Of acceptance; to subdue
My grief.

At twilight, it filters the best hues
And splashes them on the sky
to uplift my melancholy mood.
My constant companion that mitigates
My grief.

It beseeches the moon to pause
and shine brighter to lend a little light
to the sepulchral heart. 
My sentinel sings to detach me from
My grief.

Every night, It caresses 
the owl’s deep hooting sound
To convert it into a lullaby
before it touches my ears, to soothe
My grief.

Am I alive?

A bizarre question haunts me.
Seized by illusory figures
I am dragged away by deceptive dusk.

Eternal night suffocates me
Is this my destination?
The horrors of being alone –

Sans smiles, sans fragrance of my soul mate.
© Balroop Singh

Written in response to https://dversepoets.com

Thank you!

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