Tokens

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

Fascinated by the feather, I touched it
Waves of fear shook me
A strange figure greeted me:
“Welcome to the land of sorcery

Watch from a distance
You are a part of this world.”
I tried to follow my first instinct
“Run,” my mind shrieked

But embedded to the ground
I couldn’t lift my foot
Dry leaves danced around me
With weird whispers.

A mute spectator, a one-eyed stone
I sit and watch the people
Who visit every week
With offerings of fruit and gold

They return every fortnight
Eyes gleaming with hope
Only I know the crater
That collects all the booty.

I can’t hear the laughter and the ridicule
My ears have been sullied
Faith has strange sensations
It refuses to see reason.
© Balroop Singh

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Crescent

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

 

Crescent is complacent
It knows its glorious glimmer
Would wilt the transient cover
Of clouds that may seem threatening
Sun whispers hope.
~

I could hear the melodies
Of crescent moon that hung above
Darkness melted with the lilting sound
That merged in the symphony of sun
I chose life.
~

Skeptical of stepping
Into the wider world of hope
Where darkness disturbed the quiet
She stood rooted to the threshold
Shackled by false safety.
~

If the night was dark
A new day is smiling at the horizon
You hug clouds but I look at the sun
The harbinger of new hues
That speak of life.

© Balroop Singh

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Vistas

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

A desolate path. A path that glowed with hopes. A path that you chose and we looked at you with pride. A path that is waiting.
A vista that made our summers blissful but you found wider ones, away from us, from the hills that raised you. How easily do we forget the fun of growing up!

You said you would come back. I know you never lie. Each day we sit here and rush back to our cottage to hear some news about you but the only connection we have with you sits mute.
You said you would keep in touch. I know you never forget your promises. Your dad disagrees. He says, “I don’t care.” But I can see his moist eyes; a lump in his throat is also visible.

I don’t believe what he says. I tell him I care; the umbilical cord is throbbing within me. I know the call would reach you.
The path gapes at me. The flowers don’t bloom any more. Birds look at my face and wonder whether they should sing a happy song. Only wind witches around me.
The candle is burning, its flame may be threatened by the wind but it refuses to die down. I have many more to brighten my evenings. The flickering flame exudes a thousand messages. I can discern them.

I know it is the way of the world. I know empty nesters wait, wait for a moment of joy. I know that joy is within you, gathering momentum. I know you would bring it home with all the wisdom of the world.
I gave you that choice. I gave you wings and I am proud of them.
© Balroop Singh

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Silvery Serenity

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

Drowning in watery wails
I try to clutch the waning light
My eyes wander in a wild pursuit
Knowing not what they want.

What is this weird place?
Silver glistens in the sky
Lending its sparkle to waves
Not a soul in sight.

Who dumped me here?
A wilderness of my dreams
At least I can breathe!
Hope shimmers amid dark dunes

Barefoot I walk toward horizon
I would carve my way
Out of apathy and derision.
Desolation doesn’t dissuade me.

Soaking in silvery serenity
I exult at my new world
All shackles fell apart
Traces of humanity linger.
© Balroop Singh

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Misty Eyes

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

Misty maven’s visit
Veils the mounts
Each day before sun saunters in
To lend its colors to all –

A fusion that fosters
Hope and harmony.
Can you sense the vibes?
Can you see the equity?

Open those misty eyes
Veiled with societal norms,
With self-written archaic laws
Look around and quit myopia

Living in the haze of past
Glowering at the inevitable change
Nursing prejudices that slash spirits
Wouldn’t change the color of blood.
© Balroop Singh

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