Bruno Knew #WDYS

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Bruno Knew

Memories come crowding
When I look at this picture
It may sound perfect
Until you know why we stood there.

More than me
Bruno knew he will not return
Yet we stood there
Just looking at the water.

Too young to understand
Why ashes are immersed in water
I pulled at mom’s dress
When she emptied the urn.

The water swallowed the contents,
Even the urn.
Bruno jumped ahead
He ran  in circles to see it.

Bruno put his head on my lap
Tears trickled down as
He licked my hands and sat quietly,
Looking at his food.

For days, Bruno sat in dad’s room
I still remember the wait
Every day I thought he’ll come back
How could he leave us like that?

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #WDYS 364

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Do you Remember? #WDYS

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Do you Remember?

Do you remember
When you embraced me lovingly,
Never letting go?

Do you remember
The magic of our hugs,
The way you gripped my finger?

Do you remember
When we played with clouds,
Rolled in fall colors for hours?

Those little feet followed me
Those big eyes beckoned,
Those angelic smiles melted me.

Like lovely drops of first rain
Like moonlight soothing our eyes
Love soared with our dreams.

When did you drift away?
Was it a natural phase of teenage gale?
And I thought – you’ll realize the truth.

When were you swept away?
Weren’t you wiser than waves?
And I thought you could swim.

Who could snare you?
Who influenced your thoughts?
And I thought horizon was your goal.

I am glad you found your goal
But your definition doesn’t match mine
And I thought we were alike.

The fire within me died
When you learned to shun me
But the embers are still alive. 

With tears of pride in my eyes
I am learning to live
With the monster of detachment.

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt #WDYS — 362

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Harvest Moon #TankaTuesday

harvest moon beckons
brings beams of eternal love
let us celebrate
one last night of ecstasy
draped in silvery moonlight.

***

the old oak calls us
offers a love canopy
will you stay awhile?
mystical moment entices
to craft lifetime memories. 

***

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Eugi and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write a poem to celebrate autumn and the Harvest Moon.

My new poetry book is dedicated to such blogger buddies for inspiring me to learn and write syllabic poetry. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

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Love Calls #WDYS

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Love Calls


Near my bedroom window
A pine tree sways on moonlit nights
Its branches almost touching the wall,
Casting scary shadows.

An owl loves this pine
HOO hoo hoo, it sings in a high-pitched tone 
Hoo…oo is the softer but deeper response
A duet of alternating calls continues.

I fall asleep to their rhythmic love calls,
Piercing through my anguished heart
Wishing to fly away to far off lands
To sing a song that gets a response.

I walk into the dreamy mist,
Knowing well that the path is obscure.
Shrouded in a hazy halo,
Two flickering lights reveal my love.

He stands muted, where the path bends,
Unable to move, as if embedded in stone.
The path keeps drifting,
The mist gets denser.

HOO hoo hoo, the sound returns,
Hoo…oo, sings the responder.

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt #WDYS – 359

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#TankaTuesday

can we dig deeper?
to excavate dormant dreams,
to nurture the love
that still waits at the crossroads,
eager to hone harmony.

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can we wriggle out? 
can the snowy shackles melt?
walk a mile with me
better beginnings beckon
lustrous love lingers in hearts.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Robbie for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write a poem that “features one or more forms of alliteration.”

Alliteration has been one of my favorite literary devices.

My new poetry book is dedicated to such blogger buddies for inspiring me to learn and write syllabic poetry. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

My new poetry book