I Can’t be Shackled…

“Welcome home,” I hope your adventures are no longer alluring for you.

“Please don’t close that door,” she sprawled on the couch, hardly paying any attention to my smile.

A cold sweep almost knocked me over, and I closed the door.

“Do you want to asphyxiate me?” She leaped toward the French window to get out into the patio and collapsed on the loveseat.

Teenage tantrums don’t sway me. I buried myself into the murder mystery that was more interesting than her shenanigans.

“I know those thoughts! Don’t mess with me; consider me as your blessing. Don’t try to tie me to your strings.”

I looked up in awe, as she spouted:

I fly with butterflies
Colors define my personality
Lovebirds emulate me.

I swing on clouds
My ochre robe blends with twilight
I am ambrosial. 

I dance on the waves
Water cannot drench me
My shimmer could dazzle.

My harp is captivating
Its strings are tuned by Nature
Its melodies manifold.

I sing with the stars
My songs sooth those who care for
The sick and deprived.

I can’t be shackled
I dwell in the wondrous woods
Warbling wistful tunes.

Pixaby images

I break free
When you take me into dark alleys
I soar beyond bickering. 

I regale relationships
But can’t get fettered to them
Don’t squabble with me.

Your expectations
Can’t carve the spectrum of my path
I am ethereal.

“Enough of your bluster,” I could merely mumble those words when she whooshed out of the door with the reminder that chiseled poetry book that I had planned, needs my attention.

Many thanks to Diana for the inspiration, initiated by her muse. Click here for the rules and have fun with your muse.

Lately my muse takes pride in poetic conversations. Thank you for reading.

If you like poetry, Check my latest book: Magical Whispers

Pick up your copy at Amazon. 

#Poetry Challenge #Tanka #Haiku

Picture from Pixabay for Colleen’s syllabic poetry challenge

Abandoned princess
Sits by the dark pond, ordained
To usher in light
Her tresses create that magic
The dilemma of drenching haunts.

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Dendrophilous dame
Held captive by clawed tentacles
Enigmatic entity

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A statue comes alive
When darkness encompasses her
Spiritual sojourn

© Balroop Singh

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Thank you Colleen and Diana for choosing this compelling image that instantly pulled me into this challenge.

At the Mercy of flames

My muse has been resting after the release of my latest book – Magical Whispers. I am trying to stir her with the following prompt:

dVerse Poetics #428, “Poetry as Witness”: Frank writes, “So tonight poets, let’s bear witness in our local neighbourhood.”

When I chose to write about neighborhood wildfires, she reminded me of How Fragile is Life!

She told me to share that poem again. I’ve kicked her awake yet not satisfied with her half-hearted effort.

Here it goes:

Each year I witness,
Wildfires that ravage homes
Bringing along boundless misery.

I’ve only seen the smoke
But neighborhoods go up in it
Perish forever.

Hazy skies hold little promise
As we coop inside our homes
To avoid unhealthy air.

Life goes on for us
But it halts for those
Who were at the mercy of flames.
© Balroop Singh

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If you like poetry, Check my latest book: Magical Whispers

Pick up your copy at Amazon. 

Book Review: Magical Whispers by Balroop Singh

Thanks to Lauren for an admirable review of my latest collection of poetry – Magical Whispers.

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My 5-star review:

I have been a fan of Balroop Singh’s poetry for many years now. She has a magical way of weaving words together that mesmerize and inspire, which explains the spot-on title for her new poetry collection, Magical Whispers.

This beautiful edition is divided into two segments: Magical Whispers and Whispers of Life. The first segment effortlessly captivates as we read verses that truly convey Singh’s love and connection to Mother Nature. Since I am an avid hiker and backpacker, I resonate fully with each line and image the author paints with her enchanting poetic style. The poems that stand out for me are Stream Whispers, Celestial Lake, Love is Love, and Whispers of Soul.

The second segment touches on various components of life such as: love, dreams, sorrow, fear, and perseverance. Singh’s character holds a strong conviction that although life may be full of shadows, light always…

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Halloween Fun!

Pumpkins carved by my grandchildren

Some smiles bewitch
Only when all lights go out
Halloween magic!

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Your eyes enchant
Our love shimmers through them
Feral and fiery!

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Haiku inspired from Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ‘Bewitched.‘ Thank you.

Wishing everyone a wonderful Halloween.

If you like poetry, Check my latest book: Magical Whispers