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#Dreams #TankaTuesday

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Dreams

The dream of my life was to fly with the clouds, drape their colors, adapt their shapes, hover and glide over the woods and valleys that I would love to visit. I couldn’t dare to share these desires. Now they have found their way through crevices of my heart and mind. Are they symbolic of portents of possible happenings? They boost my creativity in the middle of the night.

dreamers know no fears
don’t rush to open new doors.
they soar above them
and land wherever they like.
maps become superfluous. 

© Balroop Singh

An excerpt from my new release just fits the #TankaTuesday prompt of Yvette, this week. Here is the link to look inside My new poetry book

Thank you.

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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

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



#NewRelease #Syllabic #Poetry

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I am delighted to share my new poetry book, which is available for Pre-order, here.

I am thankful to all the poets who write and promote Syllabic Poetry, as I have learned to write various forms of this poetry with your prompts and inspiration. A special THANKS to Colleen, whose encouragement never wanes, and her positive comments keep pouring in despite her busy schedule.

Syllabic poetry is a challenging form of poetry that relies on syllabic count. It may appear to be short and simple, and easy to write, but I realized its level of difficulty when I tried to write within the given syllables.  It conveys the poet’s thought in a succinct and meaningful manner. It has a soul that peeps through words brimming with emotion. Each word is loaded, and each metaphor is significant. Read slowly to savor the flavor and the depth of the thought.

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sunsets allure me
bring a million memories
of immortal love

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embers of the day 
leave behind a red echo
persistent passion

***
© Balroop Singh

I chose to write haiku for this week’s WDYS #348 photo prompt. Thanks to Sadje for sharing a lovely image of sunset.

For more poetry, hang out with  Hues Of Hope

#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.

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

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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.

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

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My New Release – Beyond the Fetters is the story of cultural compulsions and emotional deluge. 

Watery Secrets #WDYS

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Image credit; Llia Bronskiy

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

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.