#PicturePrompt – What do you See?

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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.

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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.

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Pleasure Seekers #Poetry

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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.

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#Ekphrastic #Poetry #Shadorma

Lilac Love

we adore
juicy wildflowers
pure, untouched
lilac love
encompassed by green cover
sheer serenity
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Robbie for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

A Shadorma consists of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza is written as 3-5-3-3-7-5 for a total of 26 syllables with no set rhyme scheme. 

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New Dawn

New Dawn

Dawn dissipates darkness
An ocean within me turns.
Traipsing on the waves of hope
I hold the strings of a new day.

It’s time to embrace the dawn,
Hold the glow in my heart
Let the light seep into my bones
Learn from the horizon.

Magical moments don’t last –
They come like waves,
Break into a calm whisper,
Breathe life into each element.

A wake-up call to gather the remnants, 
To merge into the mysteries around us
To walk with the shroud of light 
And smile once again.
© Balroop Singh

Inspired from WDYS #269 by Sadje. Thanks for the inspiration Sadje. Dawn is my favorite time of the day.

Wishing all my blogger buddies and readers a Happy and creative 2025.

I am emerging from the darkness of self-imposed isolation, promising to be more responsive in 2025. Thank you dear friends, for all the love and support.

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