Breaking Free #Poetry

Inward journeys are most intense
They start with ripping several cloaks,
Many of which are worn out.
We cling on to them
They may be in tatters, yet seem precious.
They reek of desolation, yet are a part of dermis
However hard we try to rend them off
It hurts. 
The throbbing is agonizing.

BUT

Inward journeys are essential
To dig deeper into the tunnels of desires,
To excavate moments that are worth keeping,
To hold sands of time, for a while, 
To decompress emotional forces, 
To sift through vagaries of life,
To redefine our perspective,
And step out of the time warp 
that holds us captive.

I’ve cleared most of the layers
I even broke through the iron cage –
rusted and chained, 
where onyx cobwebs clung to me,
clearly questioning my intentions
Of breaking free.
© Balroop Singh

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

I am traveling and therefore will not be responding to the usual prompts for three weeks. See you in May.

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

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.

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. 

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. 

The Untold Lie #WDYS

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The Untold Lie

Her fingers yearn for Mama’s hands
But she holds a cold device
It doesn’t offer any love
Her lullabies emanate from nowhere
As empty as the walls around her.

Still struggling with the new device,
her glum face divulges all.
She likes to watch the story of ships,
Stranded on the orange sea —
A sea that swallowed her dear dad.

No one told her he’ll never return
She’ll wait for eternity.
Muted by neglect and apathy
She doesn’t know a smile, 
or the warmth of an emotional anchor. 

On the tenebrous path of her life,
when she grows up with the void,
with the untold lie
Will she be emotionally numb?
Or hold a hollow heart?
© Balroop Singh 

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration to respond to her photo prompts #Whatdoyousee – 334

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.

#TankaTuesday #PoetryChallenge #WDYS

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A Unique Bond

Reliable,
a touch that lingers
a grip
of love
moments of delight
treasure that bond.

***

A mute kinship,
snug affinity
breathing,
cuddling –
a profound message
to remember.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen and Melissa for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write a Hautt, which is:
unrhymed.
content driven; it pursues “wisdom and eternal truth”;
a hexastich, a poem in six lines;
syllabic, 4-5-2-2-5-4 syllables per line.

I have tried to write two of them, with the same theme.

Many thanks to Sadje for a beautiful image for #Whatdoyousee prompt – 333.

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