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.

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#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.

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.

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Clouds Smile

low-cloud
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

 

Magic in the air
Created by clouds of dreams
Lilting with life

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Clouds combined
To celebrate love for poetry
Echoes resounded

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When clouds smile
When warmth is felt within
Morning seems surreal.

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Company of clouds,
Chilly winds, quickened my pace
To welcome winter

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Echoes of life
Reverberate around us
Splendid sutures.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #photoprompt Clouded

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Fall and Haiku

Fall haiku

 Fall evokes emotions
It speaks myriad messages of
Beauty, life and re-birth.

I didn’t know what is “Fall” till I saw and discovered its real meaning. I didn’t know Autumn is “delicious” or “ the year’s last, loveliest smile” till I tasted it.

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” – George Eliot 

Autumn was just another season for me, a relief from scorching heat. Beauties of Mother Nature were revealed to me when I visited this part of the globe to meet my girls who chose to study in U.S universities. The charm of Bryn Mawr campus captivated me, evoking emotions that melted into words:

Fall haiku

Ochre and crimson
Robes of Mother Nature remind
Decay can be exquisite.

Autumn haiku

Autumn is peeping
Through the sidewalks it smiles
Evoking eloquence.

Fall haiku

Beauty changes connotation
Decay doesn’t decimate it
Gather treasures for posterity.

Year after year, as I watch this beauty now and consider myself blessed to see how mother earth gathers treasures for posterity.

Thank you for your support dear readers. I am travelling this month. See you in December.

More about Fall.

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