Black burqas march, some support Taliban Shariya laws are imposed Women in men’s guise strive, make escape plans Women’s rights are disposed Spirit of womanhood
Category: PenMuse-33
Woman, She Rises
Her body a scaffold, the patriarch deemed Games of lust they played Her self-respect, exiguous seemed Lacerating they splayed Her aspirations, tenuous subdued Ignominy crusaded
An Elegy for my Passing
Under the blue sky, the sun shining through I wait weak and weary. Tethered to a pole, I do have a clue Of a fate
Good in Here
I have found my home, safest place I know Mi Casa as I call The magic it brings, runs my time so slow My house
Satiety in Simplicity
Let life of candor, be all my pleasure No flam, to let in murk Naivety is grace, aeon to treasure, Confers within a spark. There
Renascence
Pitter patter fell, lucid pearls of rain Marring poise of silence Knocking came old pals, on my window pane Streeling through in cadence Muddled in
Helping and Healing
A willing hand prepared to help and heal, Someone with potential, Someone knowing the value of a meal, Someone influential, Someone who can execute and
Journey Unexplained
The two tiny lines, they looked ecstatic, The feel, so enthralling. The journey began, very fantastic, And very exciting. It was indeed a, ride ah!
The Last Resort
He stared at the knot, confused if it’s worth Wondering if it’ll sort If that’s the right thing, for he felt no mirth; Thus he
Deceptive Story
As I settled down, I looked up and saw a sight so accepted From her timidness, I could nicely draw that she was neglected she
A Rendezvous so Dear
I look at her eyes: love and care shine through, A warm smile curves up slight. Aged and greyed, yet, strong, I notice him too;
Self Love is Best Love
Scars that I adorn, signature of you, In solitude mocks more. Throws up memories, soul is black & blue Sun sinks in woes galore. Tired
Penmancy In Shining Armour
Words snubbed flirting ink, syllables too cry, Blank is mind’s canvas too. Sonnets lie listless, loud is poem’s sigh. Heart is bewildered blue. Strangled are
Numbers and I
“Let’s count sheep.” Said Ma, drifting with me far, To dreams coalescing. Wretched digits spoke, ne’er to me at par; Unlike verse caressing. My self-worth
Life’s Rolling Mobius Strip
Rolling Mobius strip, future, present, past! Seconds, minutes, hours tick Ma’s scream crescendos, baby wails at last Dad smiles, cameras click A new family! Holding
Silent Noise
The vast onyx sky, an ominous pit My soul – bleak and cheerless. I know I’ve failed but I hate to admit Searing screams, I