The Fairy Who Couldn’t Fly

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Born in the lush green woods
She was the darling of elf hoods
Who loved to play pranks
And hovered around the banks
Where she grew.

Her beauty could dethrone
The king of kings who hone
A desire to possess a gemstone
An unbridled undertone
That mentors our passion.

Teary-eyed she looked around
Tried to hear the strange sound
Why she had been bound
To those weird wires in a mound
Where she lay trapped.

Wan and weary she thought
Of fairy grandmother who had taught
Never show your weakness if caught
Lie still with a secret draught
Of desires that disconcert.

Years of subjugation and crippled wings
Smothered her joy with nasty stings
Slayed her passion for warm springs
Erased her yearning for all the things
She lost the longing to spread her wings.
© Balroop Singh

 

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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.

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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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