Riverlike it swells, till a crescendo Denouncing my ardent mother inept Mocking that she wasn’t probably pronto I smirked, in future, I will be adept
Category: PenMuse-31
A Break Through
The essence in the survival of soul Lies in to nurture, sustain and upkeep As the finite worldly coil comes in scroll With hope and
They Dared to Dream
They dared to dream of better tomorrow, Ostracised, humiliated, exiled. They took the plunge and swam against the flow, Challenged a society ossified. An ode
Does Love Ever End?
I always wonder, does love ever end? And when it ends, does one feel crestfallen? A woebegone heart, can we ever mend? Doesn’t a heartache,
Jallianwala
Jallianwala massacre sent chill In minds of every Indian I met, If patriotism was lifesaving pill, This incident one would never forget. A story, that’s
Look at me!
Put down your phone, mum, won’t you look at me? Poised on a red dragon, I’m by your side, Scattering gold, I found under the
Chasing the Rainbow
We shared a look, a whisper, and sparks flew! Stolen glances in the college canteen, Secret rendezvous over a hot brew, Fired our virgin hearts
What’s In Your Store
Bring on life, what’s in your store, let me see, Hindrances or blessings, which one you choose? I think, you are on an avenging spree,
Welcome the Spring Season
Lush greenery of the field spreads the hope, Daffodils welcome sunny spring season, Frozen and gloomy winter is now nope, Earth rejuvenates in the green
If it wasn’t for the looming Pandemic…
If it wasn’t for the looming Pandemic… Playgrounds be…. brimming with joyous children Capering around, dancing with frolic Voices rising to reach the skies golden
The Love of My Life
The love of my life is no more alive, I listlessly watch the sun’s setting curve. My heart fills with gloom as I realize, I
What is Love?
Love as they say is a myth not a fact All it gives you is loneliness and pain Unduly when you argue and react Forlorn
Power of Gratitude
Gratitude adds value in many ways, Life is blessed by many factors unknown, Seldom do we get to thank them always, For our life moves
She Still Remembers
She still remembers those beautiful days, Not a single worry; all taken care. Princess oh dear and apple of their eyes Chocolates and toys, new
An Ode to Penmancy
Penmancy- It has a lot to offer, The prompts given are refreshing and new, A group where all writers can get better, And our inked
Can’t Desert the Dessert
I love sweets and cannot bid them adieu So what if “not guilty” my broad waist pleads? Oh! give me not one but ice-cream cups
Her Hidden Stories
Every woman hides a story, grim, dark Haunts her often, too distressing to bear Indelible memories leave a mark People around, naive and unaware! “Infecund”,