Outside and Inside #writephoto

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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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Sound That Resounds…And Guides

Sound that resounds

I could hear that sound
So familiar, so conversant
Stifled within me,
Smothered by visceral eyes
 
I could hear that sound
Coercing me to respond, to shake off
The primitive touch… tearing off
My spirit, my confidence, my vivacity
 
I could hear that sound
The fire crackling within me
The flames consuming my esteem
Shrieking… suffocation is excruciating
 
I could hear that agony
Imploring me to rise, to react
Reminding me of my resolve
To live with dignity, dauntless
 
I can no longer snub that sound
That inner voice, my mentor
My only benefactor, cautioning me
Not to die of asphyxiation
 
I can no longer wait for droplets
Of that heavenly nectar
Pretense is peeping through
That cloak of compassion
 
I can no longer remain insignificant
Your harrowing hauteur is oppressive
Forgive me for finding my own avenues
My gratitude goes to my spirit.
© Balroop Singh.

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The Golden Cage

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Trapped in the golden cage
The cage of unfulfilled desires
The cage of love and expectations
The cage with vast vistas,
Each door so welcoming
Yet so deceptive!

The pleasures of caged life
The gratification of cravings
Kept her tightly bound.
With clipped wings she looks around,
Distressed dove later found
That was her life!

A life of tragic torture,
A life of total surrender
In the sea of tears
Facing physical and mental anguish
Muffled voice…
Suppressed by own desires!

Longing to break free
Yet seeking little moment of glee
Conspiring to grab all
Knowing well,
The cage would never open
The golden cage was her fate.

 

© Balroop Singh.

This poem is an excerpt from my book ‘Sublime Shadows Of Life’ (available at Amazon.com)

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Sometimes it becomes quite difficult to save yourself from such traps, they appear to be tempting but their delusion dawns on us when it is too late. What are your thoughts about such situations? I would love to hear your views.

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Will They Fathom?

Two Angels on my lap
Tears in my eyes, twinge in my heartI love my Solitude
Uncertain future.
Do I look helpless?

But that is your myopic eye
Which fails to see my grit.
That is your sadistic mindset
Which bears such crippled thoughts.

That is your sick, conservative attitude
Which feeds your hollow ego.
Don’t you know?
A Phoenix rises from its ashes!

I know life is going to be a drag
But was it ever pleasant?
I know my Angels will grow up
But I will not look back.

No more emotional hurts,
No more societal pressures
None of those oppressive judgments
I have had enough.

The only worry…
Will they know, will they fathom
My compulsions, my hurts
Will they assuage my pain?

I know they would move on
I know this is the way of the world.
I love my solitary space
‘Love’ was never my grace.

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This poem was inspired from the life of a loving friend, on the verge of divorce due to emotional abuse but she kept postponing it due to the pressures exerted by families. An extremely successful woman now, she carries a volcano within, which protects her most secret thoughts…longing to erupt. Her bewitching smile never betrays that well guarded anguish she carries in her heart.

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