A Rising

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pixabay image by Natan Vance

I have been lying low
I have been waiting,
Waiting for this moment
The right moment to leap out

It is now, I tell myself
‘Togetherness’ was the day –
“When they meet in wee hours,
Both the sources of light.”

Eerie silence encompassed me
As I struggled out,
I tried to run toward light
A pull seized me

Shackles entrenched my feet,
Shadows seemed to smother
My spirits, but they soared
Higher than the skyscrapers

All cries froze on my lips.
In the grip of an unseen power,
As if my bones were melting
Rays were piercing like needles

Igniting my power
Of swallowing the darkness,
I spread my arms
To gather the diminishing light

The threshold of new life smiled
I rise today
To shake off the darkness
That has eclipsed mankind.
© Balroop Singh. March, 2019

Inspired from D. Wallace Peach’s “Monthly Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.” Please hop over to her blog to read more and get inspired.

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Forlorn

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Sue Vincent’s #WritePhoto

I stand alone
Reminiscing my glorious past
I rot but the decay dawdles

Storms that I endured
Echo around me
Accentuating their power

Power that reeks
Of unaccomplished goals
Will they ever fathom the futility?

Shrouded by deafening silence
Of ruin and devastation, of
The land that nobody dares to tread

Dark moments cling to me
Even waters run deep
Avoiding the valley

Indifferent seasons secede
Wind forgets to sing here
Birds sit confounded

Clouds pass by
Intimidated by the water
Whose colors run deep red

Slime on the stones has subsided
Trees recede to reflect
Muted tones ask but

Only sky that envelops me
Can tell the story
Of my collapse, of your debacle.
© Balroop Singh, February 2019

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Who is Weak?

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Pixabay image by Marianne Sopala

The strong and the mighty
Try to push you around
Whatever the weather
They don’t want you together

“Why are you happy?
How could you…without me?
I hold the power
How dare you flower?”

Is it jealousy or arrogance?
Lack of love or loneliness?
Humility at their feet,
They trample you with conceit

Domineering seems to be their right
Insecurities weaken their hearts
Love vibes refuse to step-in,
Aggression is their sole weapon

Yet they fail to snatch smiles
Which build bridges across miles
Little houses are a haven of peace
They offer you ethereal ease.
© Balroop Singh, February 2019

Inspired from D. Wallace Peach’s “Monthly Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.” Please hop over to her blog to read more and get inspired.

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Memories and Moments

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Sue Vincent’s #photoprompt

Our favorite meeting place
Where we found solace,
Love still blooms there
With fragrance and care.

Breezy silence of your eyes
That could stir the skies,
When our dreams took flight
Spring sang with delight.

Clouds carried our joy far
Our love, lighted by every star
Lingered languidly on our lips
When our hearts chose ellipse

Memories and moments merge here
Today when we return to share,
Nuances of nature and love
That permeates this alcove.

Your fragrance still abounds
Blends in the melodious sounds,
Echoing its infinite power
In the grandeur of this bower.
© Balroop Singh, February 2019

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Reality and Imagination

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Sue Vincent’s #PhotoPrompt

Brooding eyes, blasé yet discreet
Discerning depth of dark images
Wriggling away from the light
That glows to glean truth

Unstated grievances creep out
When I look within
All of you crawl like worms
Some faces visibly distraught

The artist could see you
My illusionary veil couldn’t shroud
Graphic secrets of thoughts
That groan under pictorial patterns

Onlookers may admire the art
Only I know the depth it conceals
Come and alleviate agonies
Shared stories satiate emotions.
© Balroop Singh, January 2019

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