New Release – Just One Goodbye

Grief is like a perennial stream that flows unaffected, as the layers of glacier that sit within our hearts get thicker each moment. The tunnels of thawed emotions struggle to find a passage, which is often blocked by outside influence – by our own family members and friends. Their words of sympathy try to plug the bleeding holes, little knowing that some cracks are permanent; they can’t be darned. I’ve tried to give vent to my frozen feelings in these poems.

Shocked beyond words at the sudden demise of my husband, I found refuge in poetry. With a choked throat and numb lips, I sat shivering. Alone, unable to speak.

Tears flowed when I wrote these poems; they continued to flow when I read them again and again to check for any errors. Now they lurk around the rims of my eyes, the heaviness in the heart has not decreased; the emptiness in the pit of my stomach makes me shudder even now, after almost a year of being alive without him.

This journey through grief is now available for pre-order.

Here is the link: your book’s detail page* in the Kindle Store. A paperback will be available within two days.

Dear friends and blogger buddies, thank you for reading my poems though they’ve taken a turn into dark alleys but I promise to emerge from them, one day.

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.

#Etheree #Poetry Challenge – 336

A Mute Beauty

Peace
hovers
around her
a mute beauty,
a sculpture that stares 
expressionless, voiceless. 
her mind is a clean slate now
she can’t hear you, her eyes follow
imploring you to understand pain 
that lies within her, waiting for Yama.
***
Ardently, this young girl observes grandma,
with spark in her eyes, she holds her hand, 
kisses her shriveled cheek gently,
speaks in an endearing tone
that elicits a smile –
a silent message:
love needs no words –
a bond that
follows
you.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. This week’s challenge is “Synonyms Only.” The words are: QUIET and SEEK.

An Etheree is a type of poem 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. So it is called a double Etheree.

This week, my gratitude goes to Jacquie Biggar, Gwen Plano and Luanne Castle for their lovely reviews of Fusion – my latest release.

#Ekphrastic Challenge #Poetry

The Wait

Adrift, 
alone, I pine,
everyday I look out, 
separated by a window
waiting.

just for
one glance, one chance
to prove my commitment, 
to pass the test of my patience,
my love.

will she 
turn her face once?
will I hold on for life ?
even the flowers at the ledge
wither.

true love
blossoms swiftly
can it change with seasons?
skepticism has no solution
I’m stuck.

this room
is my prison
this pact – my albatross
now I regret my decision
gravely.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Rebecca Budd ~ ChasingArt.com, for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I’ve written a Crown Cinquain.

Crown Cinquain is a sequence of five cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem. This poem has five stanzas, each with syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2.

I would like to express my profound gratitude to Denise, Diana, Mae Clair, Sandra Cox, Vera Day, Robbie Cheadle and Patricia for wonderful reviews of my latest poetry book, Fusion, which was released this month.

Coming Home #BookReview

When I picked up ‘Coming Home,’ I didn’t realize I would be transported to India, as for me, this book brought a myriad memories. Though Smitha takes us through the streets of Bangalore, Kerala and Mumbai but I felt I was back in New Delhi and was once again, visiting all those iconic cities – Bangalore, the “IT capital of India,” Kerala – the “God’s own country,” famous for its backwaters and Mumbai – “the city of dreams,” the hub of Indian Cinema.

I have to share this book with you, as it is much more than just the story of Shanaya.

Twenty-six-year-old, Shanaya, finds her idea of home and family ripped apart when she loses her mother. Her effort to drown herself in her job proves to be financially rewarding and her work is recognized by the organisation. But, even this is not enough to fill the vacuum in her heart or answer the questions, her mother’s sudden death had given rise to. In her quest for peace and the need to hold her family together, she leaves her job in the Middle East and moves to India. The story finds Shanaya journeying across geographical planes and inner landscapes to finally reach ‘home’. Coming Home is a heartwarming story about self-discovery, relationships, loss, love, destiny, the choices we make, and how these choices eventually lead to what we are destined for.

Coming Home by Smitha Vishwanath holds a plethora of cultural nuances that give you an insight into Indian values, relationships and responsibilities. Written in a simple style, the story transports you to the cities and villages of southern India – revealing the scents of a village, of jasmine flowers, of incense in a temple – making them come alive with vivid and descriptive details. Shanaya’s life changes after she returns home to attend the funeral of her mother. Her bold, independent decisions acquaint her with many finer aspects of life.

The book moves at a moderate pace and keeps you invested with new developments, which are knitted effortlessly into the story. The south Indian cuisine, the flavors and their details leave a delectable taste in your mouth. Smitha’s realism also shines through her characters – Shanaya wants to respect the decision of her family but knows what she is looking for in a marriage. Slowly, she rediscovers herself but keeps you guessing till the end. Jai has been crafted with extreme precision, he is so different from other men in the story.

Coming Home is a brilliant book, as it offers much more than just a mundane story of a woman who is trying to come to terms with the travails of life. Highly recommended! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Smitha Vishwanath is your quintessential ‘bored banker’ turned writer. After a rewarding career in Banking in the Middle East where she worked for leading banks in senior positions, she quit and moved to India in July 2018 with her husband who had been transferred to the country on an International assignment. Therein began her writing journey.

Smitha’s poem, ‘Omid’, was nominated ‘Best of the Net’ in 2019. Her poems, ‘Do you Have Dreams’ and ‘Forgotten’, written for the National Poetry Writing Month challenge hosted by Maureen Thompson, won recognition on an international level for two consecutive years, 2021 and 2022. She was nominated as Author of the Month by SpillWords Press for her poem ‘Ye Birds on my Window Sill’ in May 2022. She was recently voted Author of the Month for the months of January and February 2023 for her poem, ‘Two years since you left’ by Spillwords Press. Her poetry has been published by several online publications, including Thieving Magpies, Spillwords Press, Masticadores US, Silverbirch Press, Rebelle Society and has found a place in several noteworthy anthologies.

‘Roads- A journey with Verses’ is a book of poems she co-authored and published in July 2019.

‘Coming Home’ is her debut novel released in March 2023.

When she’s not writing, you’ll find her reading, writing book reviews, sharing her experiences through her blog, painting, walking travelling, or just being. She currently resides with her husband in Dhaka, Bangladesh. Her poems and writing reflect the experiences that come with having lived with people of different cultures.

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Thank you!

Balroop Singh

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