This Sunday Go outside And smell the air Scan the horizon Beyond the rooftops Where the flames Of rhododendrons Are running berserk Across the clear
Category: PenMuse-18
Metamorphosis
Before the caterpillar Became the butterfly She whispered to me Be patient. Wait for Time To work his magic On you. Since that hour Of
So, They Say!
We are the women of today, so they say Be an independent girl, so they say But a question arises if I just may? What
Echoes of Conscience
“Mirror Mirror On The Wall Am I The Fairest Of All”. Am I fat? Am I dark? Am I thin? Contemplating whether to cry or
The pathway to an unknown mission
I ride along a pathway My amber veil gets teased By the early morning breeze And strikes atop my clear view The sparkling silvery thresholds
Seraph’s Light
‘Hey you… look at me!’ ‘Who’s that?’ I turned to see… Before I realized, She embraced me tight. Her angelic silhouette, Emanated, fragrance and light
Lost Love Found
The calibrated hands were playing, The symphony in D-minor nonchalantly, Marred by the notable, Swipe in records of journals, Courtesy lockdown. He caressed the delicate
Mamma Nature Ponders!
My adorable child has gone astrayHe went berserk and won’t change his way.A proud child of mine,Who emerged all fine,But still surreptitiously, went astray. I
She Might Never Stop
She runs, through the dense forest, feet firmly placed on the ground, the path at her feet fades with every step As it leads into
The Corporate Runway
With a sling bag on her shoulderAnd a checklist of wit packed insideShe arrived at the airport of opportunityTwo suitcases of energyA handbag of educationAnd
In the Lap of Nature
As I sat on the bench, Watching raindrops making me drenched Unable to differ raindrops and drops from my eyes Staring aimlessly at the skies
Pandemic Diaries
Melancholic and shrivelled, in a boxed stifling prison, I grumble and groan, For the freedom, long gone. I gaze at verdant meadows, And trees laden
Transient Joy
Amidst the festivities of a grandiose affair, My harried mind hesitates, a question irks, Debauchery indulge, why on finery I splurge? When in a day,
The Night’s Song
Nights waltz in, Filled with a song, Of their own, One that is silent, Yet melodious, Gliding through air, Unnoticed by mankind, Who remain asleep.
Magical Day and Night
Ah, the simplistic pleasures Of just being; Resting comfortably on the balcony swing Looking at the sunrise As the misty morning unfolds, The golden rays
A New Dawn
The milkman, the paperboy, Or the presswala, don’t come knocking anymore. Like the housemaid, And the cook, they too no longer report for work. Where
At the Threshold
I perch on the Elm tree and wait for her, Every morn she sits at the threshold One leg inside the house, the other outside
In Desert Places
Far out in the desert I found a garden grown wild From the heat of the sun And the water of visions Glimpsed by wanderers
Requiem For A Dream
A dream died the other day A silent, unseen death It means nothing to you It meant everything to me I went hurtling down I
We’re students of God
The perching birds on the bough teach me to be ever alert. The blooming flowers of the plants makes me find happiness. The humming bees