Balkaran Sidhu : Writing

Day of Reckoning

Day of Reckoning

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


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 en..
Untitled

Untitled

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


Nothing can fulfill my womb forthe overgrown yearning ofJewels of our deepest breathsHeart-beats of our luring loveThe ruby warmth of summer sunsand t..
Love, it resurrects itself

Love, it resurrects itself

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


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 i..
As the Sunlight that Dies in the Night but Resurrects again every Morning

As the Sunlight that Dies in the Night but Resurre..

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


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..
Two Legacies

Two Legacies

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


After I penned it down...I felt that very known poetic pleasure that was missing from a while...
Towards Optimum Surrender

Towards Optimum Surrender

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


My God is my beloved...beloved is my God...
Living like a God

Living like a God

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


You have lived like a GodCalm , composed in yourselfYou tailored your life perfectlyScripted in the city of rainbowsYou shine like the white lightning..
Make me a Love Sonnet

Make me a Love Sonnet

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


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...
Flowers in the buds of Winter

Flowers in the buds of Winter

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


I did bring you flowersInvisible divine blossomsThey hold on to our colors of blissLike nothing else but pearlsThey stack over the investment of years..
Worthy of too much loving

Worthy of too much loving

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


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...