#TankaTuesday – Taiga

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. 

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Alone? #Pictureprompt

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.
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#PicturePrompt – What do you See?

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 

New Dawn

New Dawn

Dawn dissipates darkness
An ocean within me turns.
Traipsing on the waves of hope
I hold the strings of a new day.

It’s time to embrace the dawn,
Hold the glow in my heart
Let the light seep into my bones
Learn from the horizon.

Magical moments don’t last –
They come like waves,
Break into a calm whisper,
Breathe life into each element.

A wake-up call to gather the remnants, 
To merge into the mysteries around us
To walk with the shroud of light 
And smile once again.
© Balroop Singh

Inspired from WDYS #269 by Sadje. Thanks for the inspiration Sadje. Dawn is my favorite time of the day.

Wishing all my blogger buddies and readers a Happy and creative 2025.

I am emerging from the darkness of self-imposed isolation, promising to be more responsive in 2025. Thank you dear friends, for all the love and support.

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Acceptance

It’s the time to wrap the clouds
around my shoulders –
A veil of darkness and
its chilly tremors persist.

Light laden sky opens up
a wondrous canvas.
Colors merge around the sun
descending down for the day.

Shadows of time hold 
the racing seconds to hear whispers.
Knots of life yarn get firmer
The fading glow percolates into the soul.

Another solo travel awaits 
An unwilling step forward
through the stormy avenues – 
An unavoidable maze.
© Balroop Singh

I am closing the comments as I will be traveling to attend to an important work. See you next year.

Thank you.

Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

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