Shackled…

Image from: Pixaby

Precious possessions
Remnants of your love
The only solace now
I know it, yet my heart skips a beat

Unknown shackles fetter me
Pull me into a deep dungeon
The wait seems eternal
Memories mingle in woeful moments.

The night may be dark
But a million stars are shining
The breeze may be stuck in the trees
But it’s reaching me.

You may be miles away
I can feel your soft touch,
Wafting around me
Wrapped in the honeyed hope.

Don’t fret, I’ll be there soon.
© Balroop Singh, August 2021.

Inspired from the loss of a friend.

If the choice is given to the poet, my words flow faster and Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge becomes a cake walk! Thanks Colleen.

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Colleen’s Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

Image Credit: Annette Rochelle Aben

childhood charms beckon
treasures that still hold dreams
dare I discard them?

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remember the stars?
inspiration to ride on
colors of our choice

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all were so precious
I chose the golden necklace
that speaks of our love

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you keep all the stars
I cherish the bonding gold 
pervasive pleasure

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the beads transport me
to the golden eon we shared
of sheer delight

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© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen M. Chesebro for this challenge, which explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Annette Rochelle Aben has provided the photo for this month’s challenge.

Thank you.

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Ghosts of the Past

Image from Pixaby

Who doesn’t meet them?
Who doesn’t get pulled in by them
Into those alleys we would like to forget?

I exorcised them, pushed them away
Away into the valleys of obscurity
Closed my doors despite their persistence.

I know they visit uninvited,
They linger in the shadows
To fan your wrath, to create ruckus.

The more you feed them,
The bolder they get
To add angst to your heart.

Only when you stop listening to them
Only when you accept the past
And forgive those you hold responsible

Only when you fight
The self-created demons
Only then, will they recede.

Serenity lies within your heart
But you have to stoke it
To let it permeate around you.
© Balroop Singh

Inspired from somebody who clings to the past and keeps wallowing in self-pity.

Thank you.

Many thanks to Colleen for a lovely review of my latest release – Slivers: Chiseled Poetry

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My Creative Cave

Image from Pixaby

My creative cave
Is open from both sides
Starry nights spread their tresses
When sun wanders away.

My heart tingles with delight
When the glow of moon
Creates magic in my cave
My pen drapes around the light.

Emotions echo
To release the words
Oppressed by feral fears 
Creativity cedes her hold.

Till dawn breaks
Bringing dewy-damp whispers
And melody of flowers
A new song reverberates.

A song in synch with the surroundings
A song that soothes many hearts.
© Balroop Singh, June 2021

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Colleen’s Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA:  Trent McDonald, photographer

I embody desires
My power can never be calmed
I breathe moments
That flow through timeless terrain
To add glory to wilderness.

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I race like thoughts
Yet I could calm a myriad mind
I heal without words
Hopes crumble into me 
To create a balm for souls.

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Thanks to Colleen and Trent for the inspiration.

Do you like nature poetry? Hear the whispers…

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