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When the World was Ours #WDYS

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When the World was Ours…

Life was just sunshine
When this quaint village nurtured us
We didn’t know chaos
when Mother Nature cradled capricious kids.

Unaware of the beauties
of dusk and dawn
We played on the bridge for hours,
making unreal promises.

Even the breeze loved our dreams,
Light gray clouds billowed golden glow
When the orange ball slowly descended
and the stream soaked colors with glee.

Autumn was our favorite season
When wine drunk leaves danced,
crunched under our feet
And the hills reverberated our laughter.

Drenching in the moonlight
Gathering silvery beams in our hearts
was the real joy
That was our world once – so surreal.

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #WDYS 365

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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

Thank you. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside

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#TankaTuesday – The Window #WDYS

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Image credit; Kim Magno @ Pexals

The Window

he waits
for his sunbath
in his precious window
the golden glow peeks through the clouds
calmly

***

crisp air,
eerie silence,
frozen wind sleeps on trees
chill whispers through the window chinks
he watches

***

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write American Cinquain.

Thanks to Sadje for the photo prompt #WDYS –363

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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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New Avenues? #WDYS

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New Avenues?

Solitude shared his cottage,
Filled his dark nights
with the embers that glowed
On the walls of weathered wood.

Morning rays warmed his heart
Solitude walked with him, silently;
traversing the rough terrain
Autumn leaves crunched beneath his boots.

Squirrels watched in awe
As he sat with solitude,
sharing his treasured trove
brimming with a painful past.

But snow-clad mountains,
adventurous life kept calling.
The day he decided to leave,
Solitude spoke to him in a familiar tone:

We are tethered by destiny
But I admire your resilience,
your courage to seek new avenues.
Conquering grief is the biggest battle.

© Balroop Singh

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Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #WDYS – 361

Thank you. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

My new poetry book