Tag: Hope

Double #Nonet #TankaTuesday #Poetry

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The Stranger

The stranger I met at your home haunts
I have stepped outside with the thought –
do I’ve any connection
with this charming maiden?
your love brought me here
your cold manner,
your aloof 
approach
hurts

A stunning silence encompasses.
just acidic looks are enough 
to rip the heart of mother
who can catch icy vibes
her modest smile hides
the wound that bleeds,
breath that breaks,
love that
shrieks.
© Balroop Singh

autumn leaves fall now
just like my silvery hair
one sits in my plate
© Balroop Singh

The kigo word (The stranger) I chose, took me elsewhere.

I pulled my muse back to seasons and could manage just a senryu. 😀

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge is to choose a kigo word or phrase from the seasonal kigo list and write a poem. 

Thank you.

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Thanks to all the readers for their lovely support and reviews of Fusion.

#TankaTuesday #Photoprompt #Poetry

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Photo by Terri Webster Schrandt,

Nurtured with soft love,
my sunflower glows with light
watch each petal sprout,
widen, thrive and radiate – 
breathing a message of life
***

Sunflower sulks now, 
has alienated herself, 
turned her face away. 
when did the winds of hubris 
blow away your faith in love?
© Balroop Singh

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

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My Picture Window #Etheree

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This week, the challenge is “to share the view outside your window by writing a syllabic poem.” Here is the view from my window though the picture doesn’t show the howling wind and the continuous rain… spring still seems far away!

View from my bedroom window

Pine 
tree twigs
swing harder 
wrathful wind howls,
inert spring stumbles
nonplussed, she looks at the 
silvery sky that shields sun.
My picture window remains closed
to keep the wayward winter chill and
the unpleasant sounds of the wild wind out.

So ferocious that it knocks down blossoms
as if spring charm is at its mercy!
It’s fun to watch freaky weather 
only from my French window
and wait for fragrant queen
to arrive with breeze
loved by lillies 
and roses
to spread
joy.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. My admiration for this form has grown with each attempt.

I have written a double Etheree which consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Thank you.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

My New Friend…

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New poem for new year?

“Forget it,” says my snooty muse – irate and imperious. “Go ahead with your fiction and the new friend you’ve found.”

“Why are you sulking?”

“NO! I feel stifled when you write descriptive paragraphs for your new friend.”

“Why can’t a poet write a novel?” I ask 

“You are no good at that! I know you are a person of few words. For years I’ve been your mentor and now you’ve abandoned me.”

“But this is a temporary phase. This story has been waiting to burst out. Let me finish it.”

“Really? I challenge you to finish it this year. I am sure you are going to get wedged in those dark corridors. Only I know how to pull you out.”

“Now that is poor encouragement, goldy.”

“I am familiar with your dismal progress. Each time I’ve to step in to show you the light that glows at the horizon.”

“I know I am incomplete without you. I promise to be with you each morning.”

“This is no truce. I’ll choose my own time. Right now I am in an adventurous mood.”

“You’ve come home after a month. Share your stories with me.” I try to ground her.

“Ha!”she rebuffs me and bounds out. “Don’t try to humor me. I know you too well.”

My new friend embraces me and we totter forward. Hope has been my dearest buddy.

© Balroop Singh

Thank you! I am looking for some beta readers for advice about my WIP. All kind of suggestions from accomplished fiction writers are welcome.

Double #Etheree #ThemePrompt

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The Gray Scarf

My 
gray scarf
breathes yearning,
holds warmth of love.
Purchased ages ago,
you promised it’s fragrance 
would never fade from our lives.
Then how did winter winds creep in
to divest us of our solemn vows?
Yet it sings familiar strains of summer,
shimmering with renewed rhythm of hope
that just lies at the bottom of sea
never reaching your empty heart.
Memories of gray scarf crawl,
weary shadows follow
on this Thanksgiving
till paths of love
converge in 
the next
world.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge for the inspiration to create syllabic poetry. Eugi selected this month’s theme: The Gray Scarf.

 I chose Etheree, which consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Thank you.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope