Harvest Moon #TankaTuesday

harvest moon beckons
brings beams of eternal love
let us celebrate
one last night of ecstasy
draped in silvery moonlight.

***

the old oak calls us
offers a love canopy
will you stay awhile?
mystical moment entices
to craft lifetime memories. 

***

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Eugi and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write a poem to celebrate autumn and the Harvest Moon.

My new poetry book is dedicated to such blogger buddies for inspiring me to learn and write syllabic poetry. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

My new poetry book

Love Calls #WDYS

Image credit; Ali Kazal

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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You are Enough. #WDYS

Image credit; Barney Goodman @ Unsplash 

Beneath that beauty lie broken dreams
Beneath that sadness sit unspoken words.
That gentle face hides frozen fallacy
Feigning to hold forlorn finesse.

I know that veracious visage so well
A vortex of repressed emotions.
Murmurs of grief vacillate around
Will they shake you out of slumber?

Fears that shriek to spurt out,
Fortitude that is struggling to stand by,
Self-love that is germinating gauntly.
Nurture it; let it nourish your soul.

I know you are enough,
Enough to confront those who smother you.
Listen to that inner voice
That is the only support, the only hope.

Don’t drown dreams in the sea of yearnings.
Make your own choices
Wake up to catch those clouds
Be the person you want to be!

When despairs deepen,
Ignite the fire within.
Wriggling out is no longer a challenge, 
Bound before it consumes you. 

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt. #WDYS 358

Thank you. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

My new poetry book

#Pi-Ku #TankaTuesday

Image from Pixaby

This week’s TankaTuesday challenge is quite inspiring as Melissa has introduced us to Pi-ku, a new poetic form. I was not familiar with it and therefore, it was fun to learn it.

A Pi-Ku is a short, three-line-poem that mimics the structure of a traditional haiku but uses a 3-1-4 syllabic format.

clouds descend
kiss
earth’s elixir

***

celestial
blue
embraces their mist

***

meandering
stream
calms the aura

***

harmony
hinges
on their fusing

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Melissa and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

My new poetry book is dedicated to such blogger buddies for inspiring me to learn and write syllabic poetry. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

My new poetry book

A Dream #WDYS

Image credit; Alex Azabache @ Unsplash

I parked my dream
with my brand new, white cycle
It still whispers through
the pores of my skin, nudging,
reminding: dreams never die.

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caged in metaphors
content with the flight they took
all dreams have melted. 
a cauldron of charred moments –
the only reality.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt WDYS – 357.

Thank you. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside 

My new poetry book