I lost my precious gold chain An anniversary gift from Spain. My heart shattered, then and there When it vanished through the drain. I cried
Category: PenMuse-08
The Yellow Girl
She is the daughter of an earl But I call her “The Yellow Girl” For there’s always something yellow in her Like her pointy shoes
A Fiery Hued Saga
So spoke the sun, its quintessence lies in me Basking in its belly, sustaining life’s tree Canary, dandelion and yellow Versatile is my hue, edacious
The Yellow Domain
Summer brings with it my favourite fruit, Mango, the king of fruits, it is to boot With raw mango pickle, taste buds are tickled If
Yellow Day at Kindergarten
Chirping like a merry bird, walked in my four-year-old, ‘Tomorrow is a yellow day’, her class teacher had told. I racked my brain for ideas
The Herb of the Sun
In a garden grows a beautiful flower Growing in bunches on an earthly bower Its yellow orange petals look like gold It has a musky
A Beautiful Transition
It was dusk and sunrays golden yellow, The yellow daffodils danced in mellow, Yellow sunflowers were still wide and open, When breeze urged to play
The Light at the End of the Tunnel
A tunnel we all tread in this journey of life. A demon within on the lookout to cause a strife. Blocked by the barriers of
The Flame of Strength
Relaxing in the cozy comforts of my heavenly abode, I switch on the idiot box feeling bored. The sight is of a military truck going
O Sunshine
Sprinkle some of yourself on my front lawn Where I usually sit, sipping coffee at dawn Let the yellow in your gold kiss my cheeks
The Bitter Truth!
See the doctor, I suggested, Just a fever, you rejected, Why delay the process of healing! What about me? Health dejected! Not just headache, nausea
Golden Showers
As I look out of my room I see a gorgeous tree in full bloom The munificent and magnificent Golden Shower In all its splendor,
The King of Fruits
The little girl in the corner waits for you. The granny complains that your arrival is overdue. The scorching summer sun brings one good thing
Dear Brother
When the fields turn green and yellow Come with me, young fellow Let us welcome spring together And play with the bees in the meadow
Lover’s Song!
The saffron orb latently marching to a sinful heart, A sorry june morn will soon be a yellow charade. Sticky soaked yet almost blooming, an
The Romantic Mangoes
The sun of beautiful 90’s Sunday arose With kids playing and pose Yummy Sunday breakfast was tabled Shaktiman, Tom & Jerry were the shows Basket
My Summer Vacation
I travelled down memory lane A summer vacation yet again The paddy fields, a golden spread A sight to behold from our train. Grandma stood
The Glow Giving Ritual
With the blessings of parents and at the sight of the early morning sun The ritual of turmeric ceremony had begun Everyone was wearing traditional
The Yellowed Pages of Her Diary
In the attic of her cottage on a day, snowy and cold, She sorted through the pile of books, all dusty and old. She found
Somewhere Between Dawn and the Dusk
Through the ribs of her eclipsed sunflower, the yellowed sun was born at the eleventh hour. Wilting cloud and a wanting earth, dawn revealed yet