Tag: poetry

#Whispers #PhotoPrompt #WDYS

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Whispers

Borrowed light
Travelling through time
Whispers secrets that sound true.

Moments pause here, muted by
Arched attachments
Silence saunters with élan. 

Dedication dons ancient attire
Shadows settle on history —
Long forgotten ghosts.

Blinded by light and sound show,
They watch from the edges
How the arches come to life.

Each one whispers a story
Of the door that never opened,
Of the freedom that remained a dream.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #Whatdoyousee – 327

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Spiritual Vibes #WDYS #TankaTuesday

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Spiritual Vibes

I
walked
with my muse
last night, drowsy
but awake, eager
to see where she takes me.
She took me into the land
full of ethereal beauty,
brimming with spiritual silence –
an offer to look within, to forgive.

The silence percolated within me.
A gossamer veil caressed my face
my spirit soared to touch the vibes
emitted by pagoda.
Twenty steps I climbed,
each one cleansed my heart
divine power
pulled me in.
A new
dawn.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #Whatdoyousee – 326

Thanks to Colleen and Yvette for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to “focus on the idea of cleansing. You can choose to go with purification or atonement, if you’d like. Find a syllabic poetry form that works for you, and let your inspiration flow.” 

I have written a double Etheree. 

An Etheree is a type of poem which consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. So it is called a double Etheree.

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The Cave #Poetry #PhotoPrompt #WDYS

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The Cave

Light lived in the cave of hope
Carved by an unknown Artist,
This cave promised luck.

Only those who dared to dream beyond destiny
Could enter this cave.
A cave that proclaimed:
“Take what you need.”

Ha! I scoffed at the choices:
Love? I’ve always had enough.
Hope? My oldest pal.
Passion? I don’t need it now.
Courage? Well, who can doubt my grit?
Happiness? Can you keep it?
Money? I have enough.
Luck –that’s what made me stagger.

I knew it was a fake promise.
I knew luck was a deluder, a temerous traitor
Yet the allure clutched my hand.
“Take what you need,” reverberated.

The cave was long, damp and narrow
Darkness often throttled me
Thorny hands bruised my fingers
Lack of sleep created graphics,
Strange light danced before my eyes.
Holding the hand of my oldest pal,
I trudged the endless path.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #Whatdoyousee – 325

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That’s Not Me #PhotoPrompt #WDYS

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That’s Not Me.

She stands alone,
oblivious of her surroundings
Untouched by the waves
striking at her feet,
Her gray robes drenched in melancholy.

I stand in the cabana and watch
Is this me?
I doubt it!
I was full of life, I loved the beach,
The waves filled my heart,
each one brought new joy
I could hold the sea breeze in my hands
I could hear the call of serenity
Dusk or dawn, rain or shine,
the ocean spoke to me.

And now, it’s so quiet.
It has swallowed all light
It’s gloomy and gray
It only echoes darkness
But these are echoes of winter
Of twilight, of dissonance
Only she knows them, not me.
Yes, that’s not me.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #Whatdoyousee – 322

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#Break #WDYS #AcrosticPoetry

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I am taking a break but there is no excitement of the festive season in it. Pleasure walked out of my life two years ago. Will it ever return?

Break

Banking on the stream of life,
Resting my head on the waves,
Endeavoring hard to keep floating,
Adamant about dwelling in the shadows
Knocked down by a sudden storm, I’m blindsided. 

***

Besieged by endless possibilities
Realms of positivity are beseeching me,
Exhorting me to abandon the dark corridors
And move ahead to take charge of
Knotty problems that need my attention.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the image that speaks for my mood. #Whatdoyousee – 316.

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.

Here is the link for my New Release – Beyond the Fetters