The day you went away You took along with you The glimmer in my eyes The lustre on my face And I lived in disguise
Category: PenMuse-27
The Excitement of Dogs
The excitement of dogs, Upon seeing your face, As you come through the door, Their tongues full of slobber, With wet kisses galore. The excitement
Someday, Perhaps!
Why do you think I write? So that someday my words resonate in your heart, creates a wondrous flair and play the Cupid’s dart! Why
Why I Dream
I dream, Oh yes I dream And in dreams, I believe I reckon they lead me For they know what I seek And what makes
As I Sit Down to Write
As I sit down to write, I am oblivious To the world around me, And my mind witnesses, All that my eyes can’t see. As
Is It Not Hope
Is it not HOPE? To tuck the children In their bed tight And wish them sweet dreams For a morning bright. Is it not HOPE?
Ode to a Star
There shines a little star So far beyond our ken; A speck of silver bright, Twinkling and shimmering On the veil of the night. There
A Tiny Sapling
I’m a tiny sapling, Of the green verdant world. Help me! I’m new, foreign, Scared of the empty earth, Where dark clouds hide the sun.
I Am Your Killer
The moment I see you My silenced atmosphere Like a lightning, vanish When I win over you It’s my time to cherish The moment I
That Thing
That thing, which in beings Reside to make them live. From two distinct souls They emerge to converge In one core making whole. That thing
Life’s Secret
There’s a secret to life, Hope you’ll find some succour, Feel the pulse, it’s easy, Of a person or thing, You can’t then stay queasy.
How I Wish
How I wish to be the Hug of solace and care, That helps in easing heart, Of all its heaviness And move to a new
The Trail Less Travelled
Take the trail less travelled Unveil the untold tales, Of those uncharted lands. Explore nature’s bounty Beyond the golden sands. Take the trail less travelled
Infallible Art
Oh Art! You never flinch, To embrace the hollow Of my vacuous soul. Your spunk ignites life’s stream As you play brawny role. Oh Art!
The Cycle of Seasons
The cycle of seasons Starts on a merry note With spring, when sparrows sing, Flowers bloom, young chicks hatch, Giving all a greeting. The cycle
Poetry is You
Poetry is one’s self It is a rhythm of words That appear in the thoughts Like a pilgrim’s prayer To untangle the knots Poetry is
