It’s just a single drink’ silly. What difference would just a few sips make? ”One drink’. Today it’s too damn chilly. I had a bad
Category: PenMuse-16
Tamed Vagabonds
Goddess Moon revels, dances through night long, Celebrates union of warm with cold air, Vagabond vapors tamed, croon a wet song, Symphony rejoice, day and
Fear of Failure
From earnest depths of my creative heart I penned my creation for the first time Anxiety groped an amateur art And my pen abandoned into
An Ode to the Moon
Oh quiet moon, you inspire me to write I love your hide and seek behind the cloud Invading my mind through day and the night,
Love and War
While you’ll feel to be deserted as soon as possible And I’ll do that obviously as I find no wrong in it Your choice isn’t
When the Cupid Strikes!
Half-baked promises that settles on lips… Undone desires and raw imperfections… Stealthily and slowly, the romance drips… When unspoken words hit the expressions. The overflowing
A love’s song
Like an ineluctable melody, Omnipresent, unceasing, you remain, It seeps deeper sprightly, always steady, My love, an unbounded bliss, a gentle pain. Sweet is its
An Ode to a Story-teller
She scrambled herself off the riverbed, With the puny ghost of a limping thought, that sacred water would lazily tread, ravines of today with a
Yielding to Thee
Winds whispered thy name, enchanted I stood, Watching ripples dance in absolute glee. Verdant was the turf, frosty were the woods, Blossoms swayed, spreading odour
Prudence – The way of life
Never look at yourself critically Because know that thou cannot escape thou Learn to love, admire, think positively Often practice to utter the word wow
A Run Away Song
Let us run away to get some clean air Put on our bright and sturdy running shoes Run far from monsters lurking everywhere First let’s
The Challenge
What are my limits, I cannot find. How much to rise, I strive to know, Because I have my own dear mind, It tells me
I was a good girl, Mamma
I heeded your advice Mamma, didn’t linger at the prom, My dress was not short Mamma, the hour not too late, A push and I
Being chaotically calm
the fakir in me, seeks the real me dredging delving ‘n sifting inside out A wee drop, an ocean waiting to be Fickle seditious or
The Woman in Bath
She soaks and lathers up her perturbed thought Into a rich effervescent bubble, Lets the cantankerous din come to naught Demolished by water, into rubble.
A Quest for Peace
Reciting a fable as her teary eyes wept Breathing were characters as people lay dead To child who earned his dreams as he slept Cradled
True Love never dies- It is eternal
Dear! How can you give a blank look at me? You know, how much we loved each other profoundly, intensely. I do not believe the
Amidst myriad shades
Calming and intensely captivating;The divine grace it brings is a delight.Placid, tranquil and serenely soothing,White is still able to steal the limelight!While it’s far from