Tag: grief

Blue #Christmas #Poetry

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This week, syllabic poetry writing invitation is to choose a kigo word or phrase from the seasonal kigo list or choose from the winter solstice or summer solstice category.

Caged by blue Christmas
I sit like a prisoner
bereft of all joys
shadows subjugate my thoughts
memories asphyxiate.

***

A dark, dreary day
reflections of Christmas cake
we baked together
harrowing winter solstice
devoid of festivities.

***

Grief is so grotesque
it captures your spirit
blocks all your senses
A snowy landscape looms up –
an unsurpassable trail.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

Thanks dear blogger buddies for your love and support in the darkest time of my life. 

#Winter Desolation – #Poetry

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The challenge this week is to write Kimo poems with this syllable count: 10/7/6.

buying a new calendar is a chore
I am flanked by finite fog,
besieged by emotions
***

Winter desolation dawdles with me
Lost in doleful alley
I wince at the windfall
***

festive season sounds insignificant
when trimming the Christmas tree
throws heart-piercing splinters
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

Thanks dear blogger buddies for your love and support in the darkest time of my life. 

#Syllabic #Poetry

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Found on Facebook: Welcome December, ‘December’s Song’ Watercolour by Elaine Bayley Illustrations

Snow

I am swept off by the north wind, grappling to find a foothold, wishing you could hold me one more time. The cold clutch of gloom drags me along the first snow of the season. Powerless, I look at those who offer weary words. Draping your memories around me, I stare at the clock that refuses to chime.

My world is dreary 
I am enshrouded by snow
snow queen’s lullaby
buries me deeper into 
the obscurity of time.
© Balroop Singh

While I am floundering in the sea of grief, I owe gratitude to all my blogger buddies for their kind words of solace. My clock has been standing still but I am trying my best to get back to blogging. Thank you.

Thanks to Colleen’s prompt for nudging me to keep writing.

Just One Goodbye

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Drenched in melancholic robes, I wander alone
Stormy skies refuse to open up
Silent shrieks tear me apart
Darkness gnaws at my mind
Dragging me into the alleys we walked together.

I’ve always advocated self-solace
I didn’t know it is so elusive
I can’t find even a streak of light
There is no way out of this cavern
That has swallowed me.

Hope flew away with you
Home is not warm anymore
A yawning stillness snaps at me
As I wait… wait for you
How could you leave me in this abyss?
This is not your way.

I look at the door
Wishing it could open one more time
I yearn for one more smile,
One more hug
I promise I’ll let you go
Just let me say goodbye.
© Balroop Singh

Thank you for your love, prayers and comforting words.

In Mourning – Shocked & Heartbroken

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Jatinderpal Singh 1953 – 2023

We have lost our gem – the most revered person of our family. My dearest husband, Sardar Jatinder Pal Singh Srao, affectionately called JP, passed away suddenly on 24 October 2023. We are shocked beyond words. His unexpected and untimely demise has left us heartbroken. He was a loving husband, a wonderful father, an adorable grandfather, a superb friend and a benevolent person with a divine streak. A simple man, with a magnanimous heart, he met each challenge of his life with a smile. An epitome of goodness and generosity, he believed in giving unconditional love to humanity. I don’t know how the monster of death tip-toed around him to snatch him away from me, in an instant. Doctors say it was a massive heart attack.

Darkness encompasses me
Walls are closing in upon me
I am wedged.
I try to scream but voice fails me
Words float around, mocking:
Where is your wisdom?

A glacier of grief sits in my throat
Constricting the tendons
Am I shattered?
That’s an understatement.
I can’t breathe.

Balroop Singh.