grief

In Mourning – Shocked & Heartbroken

Published on November 5, 2023 by balroop singh48 Comments

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.

The Expected One

Published on May 2, 2023 by balroop singh50 Comments

Jim has been waiting
the expected one arrives
tears sheath her vision,
as the holy urn she holds
contains ashes of her mom.

***

the rocky terrain,
a lonely lane of life glows
with expectations
when her lover walks with her
to assuage her grieving nerves.

***

the urn gets heavy
woeful, she sits at the edge
her tears trickle down,
merge in the flowing water
as she immerses ashes.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to create syllabic poetry.

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#SpecificForm #Poetry #Challenge

Published on August 9, 2022 by balroop singh51 Comments

This week, the challenge is “specific form” selected by Yvette Calleiro. This form is a stanza of eleven lines, four syllables each line. (called 4 – 11) The beginning line repeats as the last line. This form has been created by Gwen Plano, I wish it had a better name!

Detachment

Unseen robber,
detachment fiend
cold and ruthless
insensitive
doesn’t know love
or emotions
pulls away chords!
with bleeding hearts
and misty eyes
we look at the
unseen robber

***

All pervading,
agonizing
gnaws at our nerves,
percolates deep
into the bones
embers smolder,
negate logic
shadows lengthen
to envelop
deep depression
all pervading
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to craft syllabic poetry.

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Shackled…

Published on August 5, 2021August 4, 2021 by balroop singh59 Comments

Precious possessions
Remnants of your love
The only solace now
I know it, yet my heart skips a beat

Unknown shackles fetter me
Pull me into a deep dungeon
The wait seems eternal
Memories mingle in woeful moments.

The night may be dark
But a million stars are shining
The breeze may be stuck in the trees
But it’s reaching me.

You may be miles away
I can feel your soft touch,
Wafting around me
Wrapped in the honeyed hope.

Don’t fret, I’ll be there soon.
© Balroop Singh, August 2021.

Inspired from the loss of a friend.

If the choice is given to the poet, my words flow faster and Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge becomes a cake walk! Thanks Colleen.

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A Single Mother

Published on May 12, 2018May 11, 2018 by balroop singh46 Comments

Sad woman by seashore — Image from Pinterest

I sat by the shore
Watching a woman
Swathed by the waves
Sometimes completely inundated
She sat there frigid.

I knew she was crestfallen
Her grief seemed to be raw
A lump rose in my throat
As I walked towards her
She sat there unaware.

I spoke some words of solace
To assuage her emotional deluge
Her fiery eyes bore through me
A scary stony expression of glare
Didn’t deter my positivity

I pressed further…share it
Say it…feel the words that heal
The arrows that sat on her tongue
Pierced my heart into smithereens
I clutched her hand when she spoke…

Do you know a shooting pain
That rises every moment?
Do you know how it feels
To be asphyxiated every second?
Do you know what is loss?

Loss of an only child
My only hope, my only star
Who went to school to study
Bubbling with life cut short by a bullet
Is this the price we pay for learning?

Can your words restore my faith?
Can your hope bring my son back?
Can you assure me no more would be killed?
Can your words mitigate the woes
Of a single mother?

Can you oust the demons
That excoriate me night and day?
Can you replace the walls
That torment me all night?
Can you douse the fire within?
Teary eyed I looked at her, dumb-founded.
© Balroop Singh

This poem was written after the deadliest school massacre occurred at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Broward County, Florida on February 14, 2018.

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