Your name is carved in my soul

Your name is carved in my soul

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu

Every morning, the familiar sky
high and blue, warm and tender
Liberal as her state of mind
bright and new with each beginning

Etches onto my cursed life
On plans, of desire, of attachment
But my heart is a gadget of hope
plunging my life in anticipations

I drown myself in imperishable love
It leaps without a care
shining among the revelation of nights

With a practiced devotion
it grows like a necessary weed
For love, in those intimate places.

My life is a volatile dream
unstable inside its own domains
Free as the shimmering of the ocean
liberal as her own mind.

An ambient happiness of bittersweet returns
it holds my breath together
for my last battle, with myself, with my life

Poverty and defeat are my last resorts
The color of weariness fades my soul
But my spirit lives,just under an inch
of the familiar fragrance of love.

© 2013 Balkaran Sidhu


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superb! i felt the richness of punjabi mystic flavour in it. love the imagery of Volatile Dream that remains unstable in its own Domain. ^.^

Posted 11 Years Ago


A very good poem.....well constructed ideas and stanzas...I like it very much

Posted 11 Years Ago


so much pain in yer love life it seems

Posted 11 Years Ago


The volatility of dreams arises out of its own depths and shallows of experience. They do move differently by the nature of its older and newer natures. In that it invites the denizens of the world it encounters in life to live where they deem appropriate. ... end of the day ... you realize your dream has taken shape but in the form the neighborhood is.

It may mean that the dream is waning in the Indic experience. Nice job bal.

Posted 11 Years Ago


some pretty cool lines in this one my friend..My heart is a gadget of hope.....

Posted 11 Years Ago


On plans, of desire, of attachment
But my heart is a gadget of hope
plunging my life in anticipations

Love gives us hope even in the darkest hour and remotest corner. Its really a strength that with it we can overcome unbelievable hurdles. nicely written composition, liked it.

best wishes.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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