Did I Lie?

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Did I say I forgave all?
Then why do memories gnaw
Digging deeper at the fissures

Did I say I remain calm?
Then what is this brewing inside
Bursting the seams of my heart

Did I say I have moved on?
Then why are my feet firmly embedded
As if shackled by unknown forces

Did I say I chose to fly high?
Then why are my wings
Clipped by emotional shears

Did I say I could see light within?
Then why am I brooding
Watching waning light

Did I say I know thorny paths?
Then why am I edging away
Into the covert comfort of flowers

Did I say I sleep well?
Then why am I fighting
The demons hanging from my ceiling

Did I lie to myself?
The charade stands exposed!
I can no longer wear a mask.
© Balroop Singh

The above poem is an excerpt from my latest release ‘Timeless Echoes’ and I have shared it to thank my dearest blogger friend Lisa who has mentioned it in her review at GoodReads as her favorite poem from my book. Lisa has been one of my earliest friends and visited my blog when it was more like a ghost town. Her consistent support has put many smiles on my face. Sending you hugs of gratitude on the wings of poetry dear Lisa. Many thanks for reviewing my book.

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Celebrating 100th #Poetrychallenge with Colleen

Poetry challenge rules have always intimidated me but I would like to grab this golden opportunity of celebrating with Colleen whose weekly poetry challenge has accomplished 100th milestone and she has given a free choice of words to write a Tanka.

Tanka about self judgment

My inner critic loves
To reprimand softly but passionately
A sentinel of emotions
Who apprises me of the progress
Made on the arch of consciousness.
© Balroop Singh

Freedom is the mother of inspiration. Thank you dear Colleen, I am still learning to write Tanka, Haiku and Senryu, one step at a time.

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I Am Soul #PoetryBook

Please welcome my blogger friend and a poet par excellence Yecheilyah (e-SEE-li-yah, affectionately nicknamed EC) who shares an excerpt from her inspiring and soulful poetry book, ‘I Am Soul.’ BLOG TOUR

WHY I WRITE BLACK

Because flowers grow in strange places
like tattered pieces of wood and recycled paper.
Because history is frostbitten
and winter refuses to be comforted by the sun.
Bluish-white and numbed pain
cold skin and a prickling feeling.
Because the sky don’t stay dark forever,
but light ain’t taught in history class.
Because some skirts
are too heavy
to lift without permission.
Because Dust Tracks on The Road
was subtracted chapters.
Because some truths
are too big to sacrifice
on American altars.
Because Zora died broke
and Nina died sad.
Because their voices still sing.
Because strange fruit still swings.
Because ignorance in this world
is worth more than rubies
and diamond gems
are a worthless treasure.
Because no one has picked up the pieces
of truth
underneath the rubble
of bombed out churches
on 16th Street
Because little girls ain’t little girls no more
Little girls ain’t nothing
but crushed bones
and melted skin,
A strike of disobedience
against premeditated sin.
Because hope is stronger than despair.
Because freedom is worth more
than all the
raisins in the sun.
© YecheilyEC

Bio:
Yecheilyah (e-SEE-li-yah, affectionately nicknamed EC) is an Author, Blogger, and Poet and lives in Marietta, GA with her wonderful husband. She has been writing poetry since she was twelve years old and joined the UMOJA Poetry Society in High School where she learned to perfect her craft. In 2010, at 23 years-old, Yecheilyah published her first collection of poetry and in 2014, founded Literary Korner Publishing and The PBS blog where she enjoys helping other authors through her blog interviews and book reviews. The PBS Blog has been named among Reedsy’s Best Book Review blogs of 2017 and 2018 and has helped many authors in their writing journey. I am Soul is her fourth collection of poetry.

Fun Facts about Yecheilyah:
She loves to laugh, and her favorite comedy TV show is Blackish
She is originally from Chicago, IL
She’s been married to her husband 8 years, together for 11 years
She believes eggs make everything better
She is a twin
She is addicted to reading and new notebooks
Her favorite desert is ice cream

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Waiting for Peace

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Sue Vincent’s #photo prompt

You could see her
Even on misty mornings
Waiting at the top of the hill
Melancholy figure, standing still

Oblivious of slander or censure
Immersed in her own beliefs
She moved up and down
Never did she come to the town

People shook their heads in distress
Counted her among the dead
How could she fall for the bait?
How long would she wait?

She knew that dawn so well
Coruscating rays welcomed them
Mist was nowhere to be seen
Could she ever forget the scene?

Promises of peace went awry
Misty message stood before her
Yet hope lingered at the corners
Drifting away from the mourners.
© Balroop Singh, August 2018

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday photo prompt #Watcher

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Summer Love

End of Summer

In awe I looked at you
And the shimmering dew
Bashful beauty allured green shade
In your welcome they all swayed

When you tiptoed in
To lend glow to our solitary town
Your sparkling light could make
Each moment of my day bright

You illuminated our hearts
Just with your brighter days
The leaves and branches colluded
To bow to you in gratitude

Coruscating lilies spoke to me
Roses beseeched my attention
Mute watchers warbled
Fluttering fervently around me

Fledglings are flying out now
Heralding the inevitable change
Birds breathe a message
Time has come to say goodbye

Fall trots in complacently
Knocking off supremacy of the Sun
Leaves sing new melodies
But I crave for your celestial light.
© Balroop Singh August, 2018

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‘Summer Love’ was inspired by KaylaAnn’s End of Summer Poetry Contest. You too can participate. Just click on the link to know more.

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