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Golden Moments #WDYS

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Golden Moments

When books were my only friends,
my only confidants,
I sat at my desk for hours,
collecting pearls of all the colors.

Pink pearls were fascinating
Invisible within the  words, 
they bled all night
Lending their hues to the paper. 

Behind the blinds,
in the streets, dusk dwelled for a while,
Giggled with the glow worms, 
merged into darkness.

Captivated by the words
I sat, sipping my mocha
sweeter than the stories of eons,
Oblivious of night fairies that beckoned.

Languages bowed before me
I savored their flavors
Those were the golden moments
When history spoke to me.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration WDYS #352.

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Our House #WDYS

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That house on the hill,
Surrounded by the trees, 
still whispers your love
Love that never fades, never dies.

Love – a brocade of memories
Love – an electrifying echo
Shimmers each morning with the first ray of the sun,
diffuses golden kisses at the western horizon.

Love that rides on moonbeams
To descend in my backyard
and sing luscious lullabies
To fill the vacuum in my heart.

Ensconced in this house,
Cradled by memorable moments,
Your love is still my velvety blanket
that keeps me warm on freezing nights.

© Balroop Singh

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Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt — WDYS 349

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#TankaTuesday #WDYS

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Photo credit; Doruq Pasha @ Pexels

mirth drenched moments 
that could never lose luster
dainty daffodils
pour passion with the dew of
eternal togetherness.

***

moments cling to me
walls swallow echoes of past
spring whispers linger
ticking clock reminds me of
the time’s tyranny. 

***

memories numb me
swallowed by the tide of time.
I study each wave
and step into the glum hours
to slide on the silky edges.
© Balroop Singh

Written in response to Willow’s challenge to write a Tanka with a memory and a season.

Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt that inspired memories of special moments. #WDYS – 347.

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Watery Secrets #WDYS

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Watery Secrets

Lilting water of a river
Flows like my thoughts
It glides as well as calms
Even the wind slows down to rest, here.

The sun hides his gold in this water
He knows how it will blend in 
to lend soft hues
that shimmer each morning.

Solitude becomes blissful here
Mother Nature caresses my hair
Branches bend in her support,
blending my angst into the water.

Dreams become magical here,
Acquire the fluidity of water.
Get time to change their shape
just like the complacent clouds.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the pictorial inspiration #WDYS 346.

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

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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.

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.