Loving. Deemed a burden And shunned throughout childhood. Grew up to support her parents. Daughter. Caring. Considered less, Never the favourite. Earned to grant his
Category: PenMuse-22
The Last Step
Last word With those who judge Who make a mockery Of emotions, thoughts that lay bare To them Last sleep Of perturbed thoughts And failed
Lessons By the Sun
You Raise, you set again, To shine brightly again. Darkness can’t hide your shine for long Ever. You Shine, Without a fear For tomorrow in
Once We’ve Learnt
Once we’ve Learnt not to fight Sans any bitterness The life will be a smooth sailing Isn’t it? Isn’t it Easy for us To let
Pain is Power
All pain- Must transform thus: Phoenix from the ashes, Poetry’s enduring legacy, World heals. For this- Need to let go: Rusting toxicity, Wrap myself with
What is Life?
The Dream Sprang as a brook And I gaily sailed It gurgled, burbled, and sloshed In day Bad dream It barged in In loathe I
A Futile Effort
I tread Softly across The expanse speckled with Obstacles and hidden hurdles I dread I doubt I can make it Without meeting my fall Considering
Bravehearts
Pinned for Eternity In sepia pages Of a decorated album They live Held for Countless ages In the warmest corner Of an old parent’s feeble
The Homecoming That Isn’t
Nature, The shy new bride, Fresh from monsoon’s embrace, Decks herself in a festive hue, And waits! That scent, That night-blooms ooze, Wafts across the
My Mates in Solitude
If rain On monsoon leaves, Breaks my prolong silence, I shall be indebted to its Bland knock. If flux Of pithy breeze, Spur life in
A Moment Lost
Lonesome With tears for eyes And tattered rags for clothes A silhouette of starvation Stood she. You want A warm caress A cuddly teddy bear
Who is a Woman
WomanFirst a daughterCarefree and nonchalant She is a parents’ treasure andBlessing WomanThen a sisterLovable and caringAlways thinks for siblings foremost And first WomanA selfless wifeBond of respect
The Path of Life
Desire To attain more, Knows no bounds and no realms Don’t fire this inferno, beware, It burns. The thirst quenches, when your satiety controls. Don’t
A Game of Power Play
Silence broke through the night. An anxious wait followed and in the wee hours of morning, war cry. “Fire fire!” At the command, the reverberations
Time and Life
Ah! Time! Is it that path endlessly long, through which treads that magnificient cart of life? Ah! Life! A vehicle then, which carries boundless passengers,
My Musings
A dream, I have forever nurtured, To breathe in the uncontaminated air, Without any anxiety, apprehension, stress or fear, My musing! A dream, I have