http://slow.writerscafe.org/Balkaran%20Singh The original writings of author Balkaran Sidhu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033624 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As the slow servile pastCreeps on our backsI will speak a tale or twoSome hopeless narrative that shootsSome fervor into our spiritsYour timidness won’t have a placeIt will swing like a pendulumIn between those raspy notesOf self sufficiency.And as the dust of your soulWill settle down on your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1958231/ When you left, the darkest of voidsswalloed me inLike the passed down succulentsfrom the centuries beyond our reachI fathom your equalvocalityOnce and for all,  in this age of emotional spreeI embrace these last rituals of a loverThe feathers of the long agonizing monthsThe furious tussle,to ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1931554/ There is a new road leading to a new cityWith red leaves from Decemberrambled in the candid truths of timebranches of tempting strugglesthat grips time in hollow mindsYour scrawny voice, that rips throughmy etherized face of memoriesthe slumber scent, that covers the roadin the anticipation of a sil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1931537/ In the depth of the nightCloaked in silence, Words visit meThere is a strange sense of anticipationin this hour of darkness.I am blown awayby the idiosyncrasy of these metaphorsLike the fragrance of the morning mistI embrace this fresh breezeThe verses within me take formsShining out of my wordsThe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1931536/ In the world of far fetched thoughtsYou are an algorithm of togethernessOf Pain and joyor Richness and PovertyYou are like a Mandarin expressionWith random inflections in youFlowing tenderly intotributaries that lead into my heartYou are the gentle warmth of the sunthat slowly settles down intodimne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1907482/ Every word that I have written so farhas been a mirror story of usa cosmic map, that travels to youMy lost treasure of the youthThats how i trace you, in poetryPushing myself to a rebirthfalling in love with treacheryover and over againI’ve made liquid nicknames forthe incomparable feelings of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1840206/ A short peek into...how I got to Amazon Bestsellers Listpeek http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1752294/ My morning tea, todaytasted infuriating saltI tasted it again,to find the ash of your memory.How strangely has it enteredmy room again.The strainer can’t filter out the ashI must throw the tea awayAnd lock my doors tightbefore the blanched winds fill my throatand choke me with your thoughts,Ag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1693799/ The Vicious Circle.....of...you will know what...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1612356/ Dear poet, within meDo not lose tomorrow’s eyesDon’t churn too much beneathYour stranger skies,tides of love and lossRe-rise to explorethe crystal colored honesty in youYou who was carved out of the sunmade out of the water tipped stonesWith slack markings for yourtyphlotic guestsLet the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1434379/ Here, take a look at me, edifythis is who I have becomeafter seven seasons of betrayalI stench, like the cold ash.Alive, breathing in a heapas if through the sunlightthat reaches me in my dark rooms,of thick dusk, like coal.These hands are soft and palefrigid in internal turmoilThe air through those.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1434370/ http://www.amazon.com/Divided-Seven-Billion-Balkaran-Singh-ebook/dp/B00KQ3668Q/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=1-1&qid=1401647393 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1408495/ Kindle Version- http://www.amazon.in/Divided-Seven-Billion-Balkaran-Singh-ebook/dp/B00KQ3668Q/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=1-1&qid Book Review- http://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/poetry-books/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1408492/ Just another beautiful day, just another joy filled morning...the sunlight beaming through the window...Life was filled with hope..The writer in me was itching to write something on this beautiful day. Anita was getting the kids ready. Calm as we were...one could only hear the sound of various machi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1391661/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1391629/ I am only a poetI can barely call myself a writerbut an introspective readerof my virtues, and cabalistic wisdomI am only semi-literateI can barely call myself ‘educated’Don’t be so harsh on meI do not understand AnatomyYour trances of CyclothymiaYour letters home, to your GodsThat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1385490/ Hello friends ! Its been long since I posted here...and even longer that I have reviewed someone...I have been busy with live.....and well I am happy to inform you all that I have been published in a couple of Magazines and 'Show me Docterine'  has helped me publish my poetry Anthology as well .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1370580/ The sky forges me again intoThe phrases of mutual receptivityAmong the bare solemn wordsOf frugal intonations.The hymn of the sacred silenceThat transcends from the purity of the woods,In perfect harmony with the oneness.The metaphors that define legacies,That harvest the biographiesFostered in lite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1350325/ In the unfinished passage of winterI felt a Spring tide, in my heartAnd harmonic celebrationsThey trampled through the summerEven beneath the Autumn’s glitterAnd before the sun could simmer the coldI felt a funeral, in my heartA slow suicide of the seasonsAnd left were the wailers of springI c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1338263/ Art speaks for me silentlydoesn’t speak my name butwhispers the inevitability of my existenceLike a foolish graffiti artistyou drew my life invisibly,and tore apart your sheetsover and over again.Till I could fully resurrect into hopeless formsand sing the rhyme of justiceTill I could die and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1336201/  I would rather drown, rememberingThe beauty of your voice the chorus of our short gatheringsthan miss the opportunity.Of optimal surrender,burning with light over all thresholdswhispering the melodies of lifeBut to push me then Cut me with the knife,rathernot with your words,failure .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1335881/ I love you, and you loved meThat has been the most important thingof my interwoven existence. You are the root of my lifeA star that defines my legacyLike a tender veilyou cover me with hope I am caught in a stumbled worldThat knows nothing about realityI love you, but I am aloneI don't ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1292224/ poems from 2013...felt in the heart....never penned down... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1290263/ Today is our day of reckoning,For here I am exiled from you,Now we, return from ourjourney of friendship and lovefrom disputes that never seemed to end.Destiny has decided to part our ways,So I surrender to my heartless fateNo more running down alleysNo more baby girl names for youNo more greetings .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1275156/ Nothing can fulfill my womb for the overgrown yearning ofJewels of our deepest breathsHeart-beats of our luring loveThe ruby warmth of summer sunsand the rays of goldthat shines alive in my belly of thoughtsBefore your voice,my soulBefore the gradual flooding of nightAt the throne of a lifetime.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1275150/ This turns out to be the Part 2 of my poem Burning Soul (http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1038807/) #unplanned_glory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1271611/ Death is like an unavoidable piece of artSo in life,to die, is nothing newand to live is not for eternityIt may be not hard to love again. For beauty is ever newWe search for it, but it is in our eyesWe move, even with the harshest legacies,In a strange hope of unfathomable satisfaction Fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1271243/ There are those evening momentswhen my love threatens to ceize for youI realise the pain and I move onAnd then there are these morning moments whenHow I realize I have loved you alwaysMore than myselfMore than the essential nutrientsMore than the sunlightMore than the airYou are in my heart and my m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1267062/ The Title and the first Paragraph comes from a Hollywood movie....one of my favorites... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1266839/ After I penned it down...I felt that very known poetic pleasure that was missing from a while... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1264308/ My God is my beloved...beloved is my God... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1264187/ You have lived like a GodCalm , composed in yourselfYou tailored your life perfectlyScripted in the city of rainbowsYou shine like the white lightningTo catch the monuments fallingThe departure of lovers, patriotsYou swarm destiny with no promisesLike a indivisible beautyYou listen carefully to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1264183/ If I pass away before love can reviveclobber me with the purity of theosophyThat in the next life, my divine coercionWill flash the incredible murmur.That will make me a love sonnetWith immaculateness and warm affectionI will go through my own golden patienceSince, in Love I’ll die a second ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1263716/ I did bring you flowersInvisible divine blossomsThey hold on to our colors of blissLike nothing else but pearlsThey stack over the investment of yearsYou had your father’s eyesYou've got my flowers, foreverNo matter what happens, between usYou’ll carry the strongest legacyTo the most bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1263704/ How can I survive here with no real horizonOnly the hungry ocean, of my soulFilling me with lighthouse gazeI am a simple man, with enclosed offerings.These years elapse with wordsThat sift for someone like youmelodious mistress, daughter of sunJust give me your hand once, I’ll seal itUpon the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1263229/ Not able to find suitable titles yet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1256279/ I lost myself completely, more than I knew myself.I tried to find my soul in theThoughts of each new day, each new hope.I tried to make bonds with lost kingdomsto rise in synchronism with every daywith each new experience.The Spark that sometimes brightens the skyThe whispers that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1256261/ One of September's last beauty that I composed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1248679/ Pain has an element of darknessThat cancels out itselfIn the face of mutual collectivism.I took all my sufferings as my payFor the solemn contract of a hard lifeI took at as a gift,a privilege to sufferThere wasn't a day I took it for grantedFailure has no future but resurrectionIt walks like a tran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1248670/ Its the longest I have ever written...took a fair bit of time..But I enjoyed writing it.....spl write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1243116/ It takes a strange courage, to love without rewardTo live in a darkness that echoes lightTo swallow the sunlightThat reflects neither the face of the BelovedOr the attachment.It takes some courage to shine like fireMirroring purity, pursuing soulDemonic and heavenly, full of glory!It takes the suffe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1242241/ My 8th piece...in last 24 hours :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1241214/ I so demonic, so unwanted, so dreamy in alienationWhere shall I go nowFrom literature to the supreme?from a life of a lover to a life of an eremite.In the haunt of an author’s lifeI have drank loved with easell of it, the bitter and the sweet.But where can a man like meBury his head .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1241175/ You can never understand, what it is in me, for you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1241127/ There is a rumor that you were hereIn my heart, in our golden memoriesof friendship, of little lovethat we managed, in the world of hatred.There are those whispers that I oncefelt through your eyesIt was perhaps time returning definitivelyTo the rootless Earth,In my silent gaze of the truth. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1241124/ My poems have no meaning...if they don't echo your name http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1241117/ There hasn't been a greater giftThen the rich odor of your thoughtsthat I live with.I miss you this much yetHow is it possible to think of you and not smileWhen there lives such sweet and bittermemories between us. But why do I have to livelike I have someone to return toI know how scary the vo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1240753/ I do not see a future withoutpoverty and miseryBeggars and cripples,I am among themI can not envision a futureWithout orphans and lonely peopleThere is no post-obit balance in here Around time’s suffering, we are what we areWe will always be what we really areI won’t be afraidTo sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1240722/ If I should ever learn, in some random wayThat you no longer love me, nor ever didI shall fill the streets of darkest morningsWith poems written, never given!And heart-ache lived, never abandoned.Even as my selfish human form desires youI will not expect anything from you,but give you what I haveI s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1237363/  You are my north starthe brief comfort of my lifea glimmer of hope, against my miseryThen How could I ever stop loving you.You are the cosmic occultof our majestic ways of living,songs of my wisdomThe clear water of our dream unrolled love.You are so beautiful, like a spring morningfolded unde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balkaran-Singh/1230841/