I roamed around the world in search of God, Seeking blessings to salve my troubled soul. I chanted hymns, and bowed to the Divine, I
Category: PenMuse-23
The Season of Divinity
Cardamom dreams, of cinnamon scents fresh Fond sunshine hours blooming on windy days, Lotus from blue stream of consciousness pure… It’s the season of homecoming
A Mystical Rendezvous
The night descends like an orphic whisper. The silvery moonlight kisses your lips. The fragrant breeze teases your untamed curls; Your eyes mirror the passion
Onset of a New Life
As the dimness in clarity fence in, Abysmal profound groan of peace loom, Soul’s toss brings to an unexpected screech, Bowed down to God with
Durga versus Durga
The goddess Durga arrives in splendour To sound of conch shells and the rhythm of dhak They bow down before “Ma” in devotion Her benevolence
Singer of the Century
Hey you unseen vestal spirit of joy! Your undeterred perky strain enthralls heart, Are you hiding in some gulch cryptic bush, Or in nature’s parade
Tail’s letter to the Head
Dear head, though we are in continuum And communicate always, I the tail Write to you to tell, how am considered Inferior by far and
A Little Hope For This Universe
The universe moves onward with own way From the beginning it was not like that God creates His desired platform the earth All of us
Through the Grave
I was sleeping well before you came and woke me In dead silence, your voice echoes in my head You deserved better scenery, not to
The Bucolic Bliss
Along the pasture in the summer June Where did the labouring shepherd boy lay? On the craggy mountain he sits gazing Where the little white
O! Let there be peace
Across all the continents and oceans Let’s change notions and herald new tidings Let the peace doves fly with the winds of change To assuage
Fruits of Labour
If a labourer crushed a stone one day Looking for instant gratification The buildings that stand tall will laugh aloud They weren’t built in a
Earth’s Plea to Rain
I wait with impatience braving the heat, Our rendezvous delayed I’m left to grieve, My fervent soul makes an impassioned plea, I pine longingly for
My Curiosity for Colours
Gazing at bundle of hues wondering That what do they represent or taste like Oh, is it snowy White, pure and so bright Sweet as
Save Humanity
I am a simple man, with simple needs Gratitude, kindness, love, my deeds Spread message of peace, I am born for Not foes, envy, greed
Spring fed Daffodils
Pleasurable cup of nectar delight I see swaths of them ripening in throngs Wordsworth eternal blooms that danced brightly They’re here, swaying in unison in
Arrival of an Autumn
I look around me. I feel it! I wait with breath bated. Ominous thoughts loom large, as people deal with a dreadful monster. If I
