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#Poetry #WDYS #TankaTuesday

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hazy sky echoes
songs of our favorite haunt
silent love saunters
remnants evoke sighing sounds
muffled in the hues of time.

***

hushed by static time
tea cups whisper our secrets
a long list of vows
only clouds could understand
the fury of our passion.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspirational image #Whatdoyousee – 305

Thanks to Willow and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to imagine a color, smell, sound, or image that triggers a memory. 

Thank you for reading my poetry.
Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.
For more poetry, hang out with  Hues Of Hope 
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#PoetryChallenge #WDYS #Tankatuesday

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Magical Wings

trapped by boundaries
I watch from the window panes
waiting for a while,
a mild moment of respite
can anyone curb my dreams?

***

my magical wings
flutter despite the wild storms
don’t dare to touch them
they emit embers unseen,
unimaginable gift!
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Melissa and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to look through the window and write a tanka, expressing your thoughts and feelings.

Thanks to Sadje for an inspirational image – #Whatdoyousee 304

Thank you for reading my poetry.
Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.
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.

#PhotoPrompt #WDYS

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Mist of Time

Mist, my trusted pal,
In and around me, soothing my nerves,
Calming my emotions,
Transforming me into a kite in the clouds.

When giggles gave us an extra bounce
When joy bubbles burst with our footsteps
When a walk in the rain was thrilling
When puddles waited for our feet.

The magic of rain drove us out
With our precious paper boats 
Tears of trees landed on our heads
As the hugs of Mother Nature welcomed us.

The mist of time swallowed those hours
Treasured memories never fade
Moments beckon through my picture window
I re-live them through my grandsons.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration — Whatdoyousee #302

Thank you for reading my poetry.
Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.
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.

#Poetry Challenge: #WDYS #TankaTuesday

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Image Credit; Eveling Salazar @ Unsplash

always elusive –
is freedom an open book?
ask a butterfly
an embodiment of ease
it encases empowerment.
© Balroop Singh

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Freedom?

If your muse craves for inspiration
Tell her to tarry, to abandon her flight
And look at this book with a strange title: ‘Free Forever’
And ponder: is freedom an open book?
Is it a flowing river?

Within the raging battles 
Of greed, of power, of control
Freedom comes with a price – it’s a ransom.
It demands every moment of our life,
Of our heart, our love, our soul.

It is so basic yet so elusive!
Can you trap the butterflies?
Can you capture the human spirit?
Only Mother Nature knows freedom
Only she knows how to survive.

Or wait for spiritual awakening,
A journey into the unknown
How do we know it grants freedom?
They say the soul transcends boundaries
Doesn’t it come back to the same world?
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for choosing an inspiring image for her #Whatdoyousee -300 challenge.

Thanks to Willow & Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write a “Taiga.” A Taiga is similar to a Haiga, but with a tanka instead of a haiku.

Thank you for reading my poetry.
Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

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.

#TankaTuesday #Dodoitsu

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A glacier in my heart,
icy blood, numb arteries
long shadows overwhelm me –
a dreary desert.

***

Trudging through the sands of time,
my feet hold the coarse remnants
a ray of sunshine might help
frozen emotions.

***

Life was a lullaby once
when your gentle hands held me,
when you were my warm blanket –
my beacon of glow.
© Balroop Singh 

Thanks to Robbie and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to choose any form of syllabic poem and use at least one metaphor in the poem. I chose to write a string of Dodoitsu.

A Dodoitsu is a Japanese form of poetry that is sometimes performed as a folk song. It has 26 syllables: 7 in the first, second and third lines, and 5 in the last line.(7/7/7/5). No rhyming. No title.

Thank you for reading my poetry.
Here is the Amazon link for my new poetry book.

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.