#Poetry #PhotoPrompt #WDYS

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Footprints that Inspire

Life is not like sand dunes that keep shifting
Each moment matters, each step is judged.

Life hangs in the pendulum of time
Echoing myriad memories that are indelible. 

Like the morning blaze
That spreads and melts into the clouds,

Like the heavenly horizon that blinks
at the rosy hues to widen and wait for more,

Like the twenty thousand rays around
the yellow disc that inspires the day.

Sand stands in testimony to the footprints
They may seem to vanish but are embedded.
© Balroop Singh

Thank you Sadje for the inspiration to respond to #PhotoPrompt #Whatdoyousee – 324

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#Oxymoron #SyllabicPoetry #TankaTuesday #WDYS

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Silent screams only Mother Nature hears
I walk the winter of life,
made warmer by dear friends.

***

Conflagration within calmed by thoughts
sorrow recedes for sometime
moments offer solace.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Robbie and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write a poem using the concept of an oxymoron. I’ve tried to write two Kimo to illustrate the meaning of oxymoron.

A Kimo poem is an Israeli form of haiku (untitled) that has three lines with a 10-7-6 syllable format and which does not rhyme.

Thanks to Sadje for #photoprompt #Whatdoyousee.
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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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Only the Light #WDYS

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Only the Light

The last train of the year has left
And I stand here,
surrounded by the mist
Emptiness within and around.

But I’ve no qualms, no apprehension.
Beyond the horizon,
I can see the light,
dotted with fluffy clouds;

Transmitting mute messages –
Dwell within us,
We offer eternal companionship
Of love and harmony.

And I wonder – 
Could paradise be any different?
The blue unknown offers
A thousand sanctuaries of inner peace.

No more trains for me
No worldly worries,
Only the light, lightly held by the moon
In moments that make memories.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration #Whatdoyousee – 321

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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.

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