Swirling in an endless gyre Violence floods the ancient land A million eyes gaze at the fire But raises not one helping hand. What shall
Category: PenMuse-02
The World, Our World
It has water, it has lands. Full of slaughter, By our hands. Earth is our planet, Earth is our home. We should protect it, as
A candlelight dream
The flame is flickering low I close my eyes Deep into my mind I go I let the long hidden thoughts rise I am guided
Ode to Night
When the sun sets in the sky And stars appear in the heavens When the birds homeward fly And darkness covers the glens When the
Reasons Untold
I stared at my bedroom ceiling nothing popped on my mind. I don’t know what is this feeling, which makes me feel empty inside. In
Pangs of Renewal
She began to shun the life she so well knew, instead of attention, solitude seemed a prize, Her growing world-weariness held a big clue, Yet
The Siachen Guard
A mountain so high In the sheath of snow In the white abyss of sky Mans the gates to home Every breath, a mercy of
Love can save a soul
I was turned down, all alone and sad, Just like a stranded dog left to saunter a street. It was then I realised that my
A Plea for Harmony
Where shall we look for peace, In state of anarchy and despair? When each word is hate and malice, when every hand holds a spear.
Two faces of courage
Dreaded by all for her scalded face, she was made an outcast overnight, shallow kin with eyes set on skin, would often taunt her with
Braveheart Always Wins
Only twelve she was when she had the wired dream,She would meet Sentinelese of Andaman one day.She knew she had to cross an ocean, not
Beyond Borders
Weapons on my shoulders, Claim lives, enemy or otherwise; High above those boulders, A war shall rise. My fate shall be decided, Among men who
Let’s be together, once again
The love that was between us, Where has it gone? The bond that was a bless, Why isn’t it still on? Do you remember the
What You Lost
Have you ever sat down alone on your old home’s floor Gazing reminiscently into the empty walls around Wishing the past would walk in right
Live your dreams
Life is short, So let your dreams be high, Don’t back out, Strive hard to touch the sky! Pull up your sleeve, Don’t let the
Friendship: a never dying bond
Friendship is the thread That helps to fly. I remember the days, we chatted on bed, I promise, I will never let those memories die.
A Journey Called Life
Sitting by that pellucid window, with a guileless gaze at the shimmer of railroad iron, colourful impressions of an exuberant pilgrimage, started flashing in my