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#TankaTuesday

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shrouded in dark robes
I watch the buds celebrate
green moments of joy
each one, a grim reminder –
golden days never tarry.

***

night fairies calm me
starry nights scatter silver
darkness melts at last
pink horizon scares shadows,
promises a path of primroses 

***

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. This week, the challenge is “to use color as a metaphor, and write a poem connected to your favorite season.”

When darkness envelops you, favorites get diluted. However, I’ve tried to write two Tanka poems.

My new poetry book is dedicated to such blogger buddies for inspiring me to learn and write syllabic poetry. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

My new poetry book

#TankaTuesday

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thorny path ahead
yet my resolve remains firm
when shadows stumble
wisdom chooses to follow us
each step is fearlessly bold 

***

one step at a time
we meander through life’s path
with unsteady steps
slippery stones delude us
cobwebs can’t trap the brawny
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Yvette for an inspiring prompt this week. Tread with Trepidation is the theme this week for writing syllabic poetry (any form).

My new poetry book is dedicated to such blogger buddies for inspiring me to learn and write syllabic poetry. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

My new poetry book

Behind the Door #WDYS

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Image Credit; Istiaque Hossain @ Pexels

Behind the Door

The door that locked me in,
The door that became my canvas,
Ignited my creativity,
Stirred my numb mind,
I’m glad I sat behind this door.

The door that barred my way,
The door that nurtured my mirages,
Peeping outside was a sin.
It taught me to look within.
I’m glad I lived within.

The door that kept beckoning,
The door that argued assertively,
Chasing a false future is futile.
Clinging to past imperfections, pallid.
I’m glad it taught me!

The door that I shunned willingly,
The door that I kept closed
To emerge saner, subtle minded.
Positive vibes carried me far.
I’m glad it nurtured me!

The door that sparked curiosity,
The door that I broke open,
Delusions died with the door.
Realism was stark and stormy.
I’m glad I could break free!

Away from dark corridors of the mind,
Abandoning all fears behind that door.
I move into the realms of my choice,
Into the world of love and peace.
I look forward to the new world!

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt #WDYS 353

Thank you.

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If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

My new poetry book

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.

Thank you.

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If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside My new poetry book

#Haiku #WDYS

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Image credit; Shan Ali @ Pexels

A page from Seasons and Crystals

paragon of poise,
image of Mother Nature
breathing restfulness.

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clasping trees glimmer
in the misty morning breeze
a glorious sight.

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Mother Nature’s shears 
protect one and all alike 
with serene blessings.

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joyous moments pause,
memories peep from the seats
little reminders.

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drenched in divine, 
we walk through the paths of life
an exquisite joy.

***

a dreamy silence
envelops the land of love
love lores imbue it.

© Balroop Singh

An excerpt from My new poetry book, these haiku perfectly fit Sadje’s photo prompt #WDYS – 351.

Thank you.

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