Just One Goodbye

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

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.

Double #Nonet #TankaTuesday #Poetry

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

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.

Have you checked  Fusion – my latest release?

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

#BookReviews #Poetry #Stories

It’s been a while since I shared the reviews of the books I’ve read. Here are some of my favorites, each one got glittering five stars from me.

Deep in the Forest Where Poetry Blooms is divided into two parts – the first one is dedicated to seasons and Finn takes us along, as she walks through the forest. The second part of the book explores free spirit, in which she shares her musings from the back of the Harley.

Finn sits under the pink flowering dogwood tree and her imagination blends into the colors of spring, as Mother Nature awakens to offer a breath of life to the world around her; butterflies receive the gift of nectar and “soil bursts with new life.” Dawn filters through pines, as she watches the birds, flirting in the trees and honeybees returning to collect nectar. Even her furry friends celebrate the advent of spring and enjoy her company. 

Summer poems brilliantly capture the images of public pools and “droopy potted plants,” as “searing winds” change the colors of the landscape. Even the birds are quiet, while the poet is inspired by the silent summer day to write lovely haiku and tanka.

Fall evokes “peace” and more micro-poetry, as “leaves sway in the soft breeze” offering “tinted red” landscape. Winter poems talk about hush in the forest and exhort you to soak in the silence of the days to contemplate about the never-ending cycle of growth and rebirth.

‘Until’ is my favorite poem because of exotic imagery like: “Exquisite white flakes waltz from the heavens.” ‘Edge of the Ocean’ is also beautifully written.

“My recliner becomes my island” from ‘Float,’ “Winter’s frozen grasp” from ‘Winter Limericks,’ and “distance became my harmony” from ‘Distance’ also spoke to me.

Each poem in this collection would play with your senses, transport you to the forest to celebrate blissful moments and enjoy the magical portals that Mother Nature opens for us. Finn’s poetry introduces us to that magic with her amazing style of bringing it alive. The haibuns took my heart away. A fabulous collection – not to be missed.

This is How We Grow is a learning experience, as the stories introduce the reader to various perspectives, which can only be discerned if we hear the point of view of those who have lived their lives in a different environment. The stories shared by Ana Linden exemplify this perfectly. Women may take pride in their liberation in some countries but they are still bound by traditional societies, as highlighted by Ana.

Robbie shares her experiences of raising her two sons and her poignant stories would wrench your heart out, remind you of your blessings and fill your heart with gratitude. I salute her willpower and grit that she could concentrate on her laptop while sitting in a hospital! ‘Cat Healer’ is another gem. I am not a cat lover but this story changed my perspective toward cats.

The stories that Mahesh shares are a breather, as he presents them with a dash of humor and tells you how the little moments of life are valuable and impactful. His exquisite style of writing shines through sentences like: “Then came the dial-up connection and worldwide web, like sips of water to someone delirious from thirst.”

Lauren exhorts you to develop self-compassion, while Mabel shares an honest self-reflection about her writing journey. All the stories are unique in their own way, as each one shows some aspect of life that needs to be understood from another point of view.

NIRMALA: The Mud Blossom highlights abject poverty, squalor, discrimination, domestic violence and misery that an innocent girl had to undergo in the stinking, unhygienic slums of Mumbai. Her crime –  she is a female! 

Pathan doesn’t leave anything to the reader’s imagination, as she vividly describes the untold physical and mental agony that is inflicted upon Nirmala. She transports you to the slums, making each nook and cranny come alive, so that you can smell the stench emanating from open drains, human excreta and garbage dump.

Nirmala’s character grows from a silent, helpless girl to a strong and resilient woman, eager to follow the demands of her family and traditions of society. Is that enough? Keep reading this fast-paced story, dripping with stark realism, which would seem unbelievable!

Happy reading!

Balroop Singh.

Have you checked  Fusion – my latest release?

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

#TankaTuesday #Poetry

Photo by: Terri Webster Schrandt, 

Majestic moments
melt in the hourglass of time
tasseled gift of gold 
gleams in the jubilant hearts
the pleasures of blissful life
© Balroop Singh

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Friends and fragrant air
grandeur of the evening glow
girls’ breezy banter
no greater felicity 
than joyous togetherness
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Terri for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. This week’s challenge is: photo prompt.

Thanks to all the readers who have posted lovely reviews of Fusion – my latest release.