Balkaran Sidhu : Writing

Together  (My 100th piece!!)

Together (My 100th piece!!)

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


My 100th piece on writerscafe :) Something that I wrote a few months ago...had to add some flavors to it.
Rewriting verses for a damsel

Rewriting verses for a damsel

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


Here Iencraveanother verseof love and earthly feelingsHere is a prayer for youover chronicles, flowing likereticence.I write for your hesitant wings,f..
Your Synchronous art of complacency

Your Synchronous art of complacency

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


You are like a gentle shadepleasant as a tender cloudA brief comfort to my lifeTurned on its complacent endsYou are like a spring morningsoaked in you..
Odes to my land

Odes to my land

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


Rays gleam atop the horizonthe east coast's light now dimsEvening's crawlers slink from reddish hue,as the last ray of the orange king sustains.Secret..
We taste the fragarence as we pass

We taste the fragarence as we pass

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


I surrender honestly to this dayan authentic place for our musingswhere I saw you in the petals of beautyin the finest garments of my phrasingsIt was ..
Thy solitude encompasses my presence

Thy solitude encompasses my presence

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


I was the fallen petal of autumnA shy hue of artistic thoughtsI arose from the dead, smiling at the world as a admirerTime had corroded my craft.I had..
The haven of our musings

The haven of our musings

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


Whats yours and whats mineI am far from those narrow thingsI have never seen the walls of our separation.I who write these unprofitable versesThey are..
My essence swims towards your spirit

My essence swims towards your spirit

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


I who write these verses todayShall sing to the divine arcadia in youlike the petals of omnipotenceof ideals from such eminentflavors.I want to drink ..
My last songs to a lost love

My last songs to a lost love

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


I am a vocal instrument of sorrow intonated and modulated in my own poverty robbed of the sweetest music deprived of my last melody. I am a mirr..