Love Calls #WDYS

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Love Calls


Near my bedroom window
A pine tree sways on moonlit nights
Its branches almost touching the wall,
Casting scary shadows.

An owl loves this pine
HOO hoo hoo, it sings in a high-pitched tone 
Hoo…oo is the softer but deeper response
A duet of alternating calls continues.

I fall asleep to their rhythmic love calls,
Piercing through my anguished heart
Wishing to fly away to far off lands
To sing a song that gets a response.

I walk into the dreamy mist,
Knowing well that the path is obscure.
Shrouded in a hazy halo,
Two flickering lights reveal my love.

He stands muted, where the path bends,
Unable to move, as if embedded in stone.
The path keeps drifting,
The mist gets denser.

HOO hoo hoo, the sound returns,
Hoo…oo, sings the responder.

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt #WDYS – 359

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can we dig deeper?
to excavate dormant dreams,
to nurture the love
that still waits at the crossroads,
eager to hone harmony.

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can we wriggle out? 
can the snowy shackles melt?
walk a mile with me
better beginnings beckon
lustrous love lingers in hearts.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Robbie for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write a poem that “features one or more forms of alliteration.”

Alliteration has been one of my favorite literary devices.

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Game Over! #Poetry #WDYS

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Game Over!

Spellbound, blinded by your entreaties 
I sit and wait
to see the light of the day
Promises peer through paper
Are you still around? 
Is the game over?

My glass is empty 
Darkness is overwhelming
Eyelids echo a thousand thunderbolts. 
A jolt from within wakes me
A hand, warmer than yours 
can be felt on my shoulder.

Wind chimes distract my thoughts 
A koel calms the clouds
Morning bliss whispers cheer
Birds play with the wind
Need I feel trapped?
A beacon cuts through the fog.

The quitting sensation, 
The final walk —
lighter than clouds
The merger, the satisfaction. 
I know this is the end
But I wear newly carved lenses now.
© Balroop Singh 

 Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration: #photoprompt #Whatdoyousee – 341.

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New Ventures #TankaTuesday #WDYS

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Silence sleeps
shadows wait
behind sheers

soft glow peeps
dawn beckons
bestows cheer

lovely day
calm morning
promises glee

another 
city, new
adventure

old friends meet
to renew
memories

sparks renew
forgotten,
past yearnings.

© Balroop Singh 

Thanks to Colleen and Willow for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry and try a new form. The challenge this week is “to write a Tricube poem in as many multiples of three-line stanzas as you wish. Please pick your moment and write about your feelings. A word of advice don’t overthink the moment let your words flow.”

A tricube is a 3-line, 3-stanza poem where each line contains exactly 3 syllables.

A special thanks to Sadje for #Whatdoyousee photo prompt -336.

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The Last Gift #WDYS

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The Last Gift

This ordinary piece of paper
Which conceals all…
Those unheard words, whimsical wishes 
Eternal entreaties, abiding aspirations
A dazzling display of words
May seem insignificant to you.

This letter – the last attempt to persuade you,
To remind you 
Of the moments etched on our hearts,
Of the hours that walked with us,
Of the words that ignited us,
You know them so well. 

This treasure, signed with the same love
That we lost in the maelstrom of life 
Please consider it as my last gift,
A gentle flame that still flickers
Despite the death
That’s knocking at my door.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration to respond to #photoprompt #Whatdoyousee – 335.

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.