Balkaran Sidhu : Writing

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A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


My resurrection is bounded with sensitivityMy heart is a slow hymnIt echoes its purity, in traces of her graceOf the compensation of my destinies.My l..
Remembrance of a dream

Remembrance of a dream

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


I still remember the way you entered into my barren lands of with your pigeon head down smiling with our cathedral secret. Turning your back fr..
Hope and death

Hope and death

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


I am not important to you anymore So the life isn't important to me anymore You don't want to talk with me I don't want to live then. Why is it ..
No Beauty in Love?

No Beauty in Love?

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


Let me hide the truthinside the depth of language,Inside the orphanage vitality of my poetryLet beauty be nullified by sensesThere is no beauty in lov..
Anniversary of June

Anniversary of June

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


The clock ticks, People changeeven the ones dearly lovedThey are nothing, like AnniversariesOf being alone, being by ourselves.Morning floods my sense..
Love Lantern

Love Lantern

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


Under the blaze of love lanternwhere I hued my metaphorsWith concepts primed for infinite comprehensionlies the quantum purity of these shallow verses..
Life in a Waking Dream

Life in a Waking Dream

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


The droplets of chilledamethyst dreams down thegossamer divide betweenlife in a waking dream.As dawn creeps into the pastjealous clutches of reverieam..
Those last poems

Those last poems

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


Those were the last poemswhere a life was lost,never to return againwhere a heart was drowned,in eternal ambiguity.To fall into infinite silenceThe pa..
Fragment Of Gold

Fragment Of Gold

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


My beloved is a sacred birdHer essence is a fragment of goldWith laughter rinsing in her wordsAnd darting goodness for the world.She has compassionate..
I Wanted The Connection Of Souls

I Wanted The Connection Of Souls

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu


Are we seprated by our philoshpy?On wisdom that we thriveWere we so frail to accept uslike the crystal ice.Why do you need to wearthose limped diamond..