Sita asked me whyDraupadi slapped me on my faceI can still hear what they said!Why am I still hereShouldn’t I walk outWhy didn’t I when
Category: PenMuse-11
The Abandoned
She wonders weak and weary Full of suffering and pain; None bother to hear or heed Her wounded soul weeping; Tears of hopelessness pour Like
Every Story Has a Story
When the King, Robert the BruceLay on the cave floor dejectedI sent the spider his wayTo teach the world the lessonKeep trying until you succeed.
Mother Nature
Nature speaks As though, in silence The rich turquoise water Falls with a roaring pour Slowing my racing thoughts The ferns beckon me To sit
someone lived in a somewhere place
someone lived in a somewhere place (with moon for mother, none for father) he walked on water in flood and rain chewed on air and
Poetry in My Life
Poetry to me is an enchanting elaboration of my thoughts and opines, my hidden emotions, my inexpressible desires of varied hues and kinds. A soul-soothing
The Unrequited Love
Have you ever loved With all your heart And had it broken Into a zillion pieces By a single line Or word of indifference ‘I
Nature’s Symphony
Every time I look up to the skies, The yonder blues glare back at me! My eyes fill with wonder and awe! I ask myself
Abortion – Not a Decent Burial
My small naked self Was no more, Its existence sadly over. I was not allowed to develop, Or to shower all those around With smiles
A Virtual Realm
On the haunting trail Of a bygone era My dusty memories Took an unexpected turn Bringing vivid flashes Of the days ablaze With love, laughter
As You Turn Thirteen My Sweets
As you turn thirteen my sweets Let me tell you how we feel Life was merrily chugging along There was just the two of us
Shakti Expired
Durga, Ma, The goddess revered, Celebrated, sung, The Shakti bearer, Nature adorns her with choicest best, Full moon face, glistening in sky, Cascading hair, swelling
Taking a call
There is this place. I want to go. Go to once again Live a couple of years Before this life ends. My soul sullenly yearns
A Streetlight Named Love
A dollop of your vanilla dream once would melt over my freshly baked brownies, rousing the uncurated passions that were born in my ribs. I
Lost Childhood
He maunders in the corners of the room, filled with ennui. Sometimes sitting on an empty bench Sometimes gazing out of the window Nudging his
Axes of Ataraxis
The breeze whizzes through my tiny ear,As I sleep a wink, I rise out of fear.The waves waft and touch the earth,I revel, take time
Eos’s Sojourn
When pink dawn breaks O’er the nigh mountains The denizens of the day stir, Come awake at the morrow’s helm. Shaking off the remnants of
A Selfless Attempt
The water cascades from mountain cliffs, Splashing ferociously as it descends, It does not discriminate, Takes everything with the flow. The sun stretches its arms