Tag: poem

A Cute Visitor #WDYS

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Image credit; Mark Olsen

A Cute Visitor

A yellow warbler –
messenger of happiness
heralds spring season

wears colorful coat,
sings songs of eternal hope
in bright, high-pitched tone

a cute visitor
sings: ‘sweet sweet sweet…I’m so sweet’
the voice of the wild

charms the birdwatchers,
prefers shrubby areas
nocturnal migrant.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the pictorial inspiration #WDYS – 345.

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Summer Fun #WDYS #TankaTuesday

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Image Credit; Vitalii Khodzinskyi @ Unsplash

I sit
in the bubbles 
some blessings come like that 
I dive into the bright colors, 
to choose
the one that matches your love for me
and calmly watch the joy 
that glistens on 
your face.

***

Surfing
enhances the fun,
summer heat dissipates 
just like the illusionary
colors
that bestow bubbly enchantment
so many rainbows dance
A healing touch –
freedom!

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the pictorial inspiration #WDYS 344.

Thanks to Yvette and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I’ve written two Butterfly Cinquains. 

The Butterfly Cinquain is an unrhymed, nine-line syllabic poem. It has 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line. 

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My New Release – Beyond the Fetters is the story of cultural compulsions and emotional deluge. 

Waves or Stars? #WDYS

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Waves or Stars?

Waves wear rare pearls
Created by a celestial dame
They bounce with the morning rays,
echo with the rushing ripples,
Sending a shiver across the shore.

Waves hold the stars,
A silvery liquid sparkles and flows
through the dark alleyways of my heart
To thaw the emotional distrust,
to purge my shadowy eyes.

A thousand stories
linger on the beaming waves
Eager to spillover.
An anchor 
for time traps in this maelstrom.

Waves hold the power
To allure, to calm, to tranquilize
Waves hold the light,
The light that wraps around my heart
to guide, to let go.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #WDYS – 343.

Thank you for reading my poetry. For more poetry, hang out with  Hues Of Hope

All the posts on my blog are created by me and are protected by copyright. It is strictly prohibited to use them to train AI technologies.

My New Release – Beyond the Fetters is the story of cultural compulsions and emotional deluge. 

Game Over! #Poetry #WDYS

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Game Over!

Spellbound, blinded by your entreaties 
I sit and wait
to see the light of the day
Promises peer through paper
Are you still around? 
Is the game over?

My glass is empty 
Darkness is overwhelming
Eyelids echo a thousand thunderbolts. 
A jolt from within wakes me
A hand, warmer than yours 
can be felt on my shoulder.

Wind chimes distract my thoughts 
A koel calms the clouds
Morning bliss whispers cheer
Birds play with the wind
Need I feel trapped?
A beacon cuts through the fog.

The quitting sensation, 
The final walk —
lighter than clouds
The merger, the satisfaction. 
I know this is the end
But I wear newly carved lenses now.
© Balroop Singh 

 Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration: #photoprompt #Whatdoyousee – 341.

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My New Release – Beyond the Fetters is the story of cultural compulsions and emotional deluge. 

Breaking Free #Poetry

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Inward journeys are most intense
They start with ripping several cloaks,
Many of which are worn out.
We cling on to them
They may be in tatters, yet seem precious.
They reek of desolation, yet are a part of dermis
However hard we try to rend them off
It hurts. 
The throbbing is agonizing.

BUT

Inward journeys are essential
To dig deeper into the tunnels of desires,
To excavate moments that are worth keeping,
To hold sands of time, for a while, 
To decompress emotional forces, 
To sift through vagaries of life,
To redefine our perspective,
And step out of the time warp 
that holds us captive.

I’ve cleared most of the layers
I even broke through the iron cage –
rusted and chained, 
where onyx cobwebs clung to me,
clearly questioning my intentions
Of breaking free.
© Balroop Singh

Thank you for reading my poetry. For more poetry, hang out with  Hues Of Hope

I am traveling and therefore will not be responding to the usual prompts for three weeks. See you in May.

All the posts on my blog are created by me and are protected by copyright. It is strictly prohibited to use them to train AI technologies.

My New Release – Beyond the Fetters is the story of cultural compulsions and emotional deluge.