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.
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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.
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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

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #photoprompt Crescent

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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

Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #writephoto prompt Silver

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The Moon #Flashfiction

 

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I looked around and smiled with glee, wondering how did it all change? A lifetime dream had been accomplished! I sat in my round house, disseminating silvery light. Children sat around me in a semi-circle, awed by the stories I could tell them, one after the other. My adventure in the ocean was the favorite one, and evoked a thousand questions.

“How could you traverse it?”

“Didn’t you get lost?”

“Yes, I did,” I mused, “I couldn’t get back.”

I don’t know how many days had passed as I drifted between slumber and consciousness. All pain had dissipated when I saw the face of a nurse who asked how I was feeling. I told her I dreamt I was the moon and had a magnificent view of the earth from space. Green and blue colors added charm to my stories. I closed my eyes, anticipating the same serenity.

#Flashfiction inspired from dVerse prompt: “I dreamt I was the moon.”

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Sunrise Splendor

Sunrise amidst clouds

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

Winter Sunrise

                         I was watching
   Your glowing love permeated around
             Trees bowed in reverence.

Sunrise

 

Sunrise

 

                  Peeping through trees
           I enlighten light that awakens
                      Your languid love.

This post was inspired from the thoughts I shared with my blogger friend arv, who is very passionate about sunrise and wonders why people share more images of sunset.  Both sunrise and sunset allure me equally and I have spoken about them in my earlier posts. You can click on the highlighted words to read those posts.

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© Balroop Singh

Outside and Inside #writephoto

#writephoto poetry

The wondrous window…
Her world, her only real realm
That connected her with clouds
Outside and inside.

The edges of the windowsill
Smoother than paths she trod
Reassured her that she was safe
In the arms of her benefactor

All fears receded within her
She licked her wounds and soothed herself
As she looked out…calmness prevailed
Outside and inside.

Starry nights churned the storm
Shook her out of her slumber
Wobbling towards the window
She looked out at the streaks of light

Which shrieked…‘coward!
How could you concede defeat?
How could you enter your own grave?
Cringe inside and outside’

The glow of each dawn descends
Deeper into her deliberations
She looks outside
To confine conflagration inside.
© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sue Vincent for the inspiration.

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