#PhotoPrompt #Senryu #WDYS

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Crossroads

A magical glow
what a surreal sunrise!
Joshua trees gleam.

Morning rays beckon
an unknown chill confines me
icy fingers clench.

Unseen clouds cloak me
a rocky terrain restricts
memories warm up.

Through the yellow light
your hands reach out to hold me
A mystical sight!
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration — Whatdoyousee #298

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#TankaTuesday #Nonet + #WDYS #PhotoPrompt

Fading Light

Have you walked the dark corridors
or sat buried in the deluge
where the soul strives to break free?
Have you ever fallen
down the cliff like a
thin waterfall
cascading
down to
sink?

Lost
in the
new alleys
of the valley
with no intent of
crawling back, they sought peace
in the echoes of nature
the glow of fading light lingered
slight hope flickered at the horizon.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Willow for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

This week, Willow is hosting Tanka Tuesday, and her prompt is to write a Nonet, and use synonyms for : The state of the world/ or our lives. This is according to our interpretation. We can use synonyms for our life if we prefer.

 A Nonet is a nine line poem with the syllable count of 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. It can be written on any subject and must have a title. A Nonet can be reversed with 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 syllable count.

Many thanks to Sadje for the image and the inspiration — #Whatdoyousee #295

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 #Haibun

In Wilderness

Unknown paths don’t scare me now. A forest feigns a comforting arm, trees tantamount to companions with a difference and hours seem to stand still. Am I drifting into eremitism? Far away from the madness of the world, from the conflicting views of the mighty and the powerful, from the digital devices that are worse than termites, I wander in the wilderness, wondering when I will find a better place.

A little darkness
A little light – both allure
unpredictable.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Willow for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. This week, Willow says, “any theme, your choice of syllabic form.” Please click on the link to explore.

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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#Review #Poetry #Hope

I rarely share the reviews of my books here, but this one is exceptional as I am thrilled at the comprehensive nature of this review. Many thanks to Adam, whom I met recently through his analyses of the poems shared by blogger buddies.

I am delighted to note that he could discern the healing power of my poetry, that I had forgotten. I am reading ‘Hues of Hope’ again to soothe my spirit, which started believing that words are hollow and meaningless after a devastating loss.

Thank you dear readers. Please click on the above link to read the full review.

Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

For more poetry, hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

The Doomed – #PicturePrompt #WDYS

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 

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.