Today, I stood beside his windowpane, Silk sheers rustled, and the moon stopped to glow Through the pall, highlighting the bloody stain. My heart whispered,
Category: PenMuse-31
Flowers For All Seasons
The blissful blooms on the hills and low plains Are a pleasure for every soul in pain Radiant smile flashes as we travel on trains
My Sophy’s Quatern
Sophy’s Quatern has left me in a mess, I just can’t think of a poem to write. Last week I spent two hours with no
I am, who I am
I chose me, never at all to regret Because it would be me, to live my life Declared as fate’s trick, never do I fret
Naughty at Forty
Naughty at forty, shine and be the change, Relish your life, yet be responsible. Dwindling between naive and mature age, Fall in love with self,
My Garden of Thoughts
My lonely self today rambled through my garden of thoughts. There was time enough to linger on each of them Some made me smile but
Why do I Exist?
The question remains, why do I exist? Pondering again, as I fall asleep. Every other day this query persist, Whether in flight, humming or piercing
Bohemian at Heart
Like a free bird, set to sing her own song She decided to shun the mundane chores Thirsty she, wants to hit the misfit gong
Tale of Disguised Emotions
Trapped in the gossamer of woes and fears Under the blanket of thick concealer A parentless woman with frozen tears Come dusk, I had to
Hues of Rainbow
See the hues of rainbow after rainstorm, Hues of rainbow spread fresh hope with sunshine, All challenges come to make you perform, Better than before
Travelling Light
Is it not easier to travel light, Than doggedly carry all that I own? Leave doubts behind but take along my might, As I venture
Refined and Better Version
Nothing hurts me anymore, I feel free, A new beginning past all my troubles, It seems I have traced my lock’s missing key, Rolling down
A Missing Piece
A piece inside me is missing somewhere, It makes me strange and mysterious too. I imagine, I think, I love, I care, Can’t express it,
Lessons Not Learnt
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
The Lament Of The Empty School
Children in uniform are my heartbeat, What bids them to stay away for so long? My classrooms used to be their safe retreat. My bustling
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
Hiroshima Shadows
Hiroshima, the bomb blast shook our core Haunting shadows were imprinted for days Sixth August nineteen forty-five haunts many more Enola Gay, the atom bomb
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