#TankaTuesday – Taiga

pristine clouds seem like
angels about to descend
will they spray magic,
drenching me with divine love?
mesmerizing spectacle.
© Balroop Singh

#TankaTuesday is back! Thank you dear Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

For challenge no. 1, Colleen invites interested writers to create a taiga, and the caveat is to use a black and white image, paired with a syllabic poem. A taiga is a tanka and an image. 

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Alone? #Pictureprompt

Image Credit; Felipe Labate @ Unsplash

Alone?

Alone? Not really.
Existing on a barren land? No!
Rivulets of your love flow within me.

A soul soaked with love knows –
Time may have robbed the smiles and colors
How will he rip off your love?

There are many more like me,
Standing tall – we have some life left
In the landscape that needs your love.

Rooted in time, transcending beyond eternity
We derive light from each other
And wait for our nimbus. 

There were happier times,
Joy bounced around us
Clouds cared to keep us moist. 

Bathing in the ecstasy of togetherness,
We waltzed in the arms of nature
Forgetting the attacks of demanding demons.

Feeding on the weaknesses of humans
They exult at the lone figures but
Ego gets knocked off, as the divine intervenes.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sajde for the inspiration – #Whatdoyousee – 277.

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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#PicturePrompt – What do you See?

Image credit; Leandra Rieger
@ Unsplash

A Daughter

I can’t speak but
I feel suffocated.
The arms that are meant to cuddle, to nurture,
Feel like brambles but
I can’t speak.

I yearn for
The tender warmth of your womb,
When our breathing balanced
And your hopes soared,
I could hear you.

Why blame me for what I am?
Wasn’t it your choice?
Weary of societal jibes,
You too wanted a son.

So what if I’m the fourth child
Will you smother me in your arms?
For hours I keep crying for you but
I can’t speak.

When I learn your language,
I’ll support you, mama, I’ll speak for you
Together, we’ll fight the fears and threats.
Together, we’ll redefine our freedom.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sajde for the inspiration – #Whatdoyousee – 276.

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 

I #Love You Because… #PoetryPrompt

I Love You

Your love was an ocean – silent yet intense,
Calm in the midst of turbulence
Giving all you had, making no claims.
How could I not love you?

The day I merged in your cyan
You embraced me with the undulation of waves,
Letting me be what I wanted to be.
How could I not love you?

Your love was like a horizon,
That swallows the ocean
Stretching far beyond the azure skies.
How could I not love you?

Sometimes, like a gentle drizzle
Soaking me like a verdure vine
Breezing through my soul, seeking solace
How could I not love you?

The glow of your love lingers
It has mingled with my blood
No longer at the mercy of physical presence,
Moments of love caress your loss.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sajde for the inspiration – #Whatdoyousee – 275.

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 

Pleasure Seekers #Poetry

Image credit; James Dimas @ Unsplash

Pleasure Seekers

Crowds scare me
And a crammed beach?
Not for me!

The waves lose their rhythm,
Their crescendo gets mixed up.
Human voices drown their melody.

Then there are the surfers 
Who block the spectacular view
Their pleasure can’t match mine.

When beach becomes Times Square
When faces become an ocean
Halcyon horizon vanishes.

The magic of merging into the unknown,
The breezy caress of whirling waves
Passes by unnoticed.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration What do you see #273.

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