Pasting on the sole and a wide smile, with an air of normalcy I drag my broken shoe. I add on some pins and pricks
Category: PenMuse-43
Contented I Wait To Embrace Death
I look back, how far life has come keeping me strong, not turning full circle like Shakespeare’s poem Observing my chums, leaving me one by
My Paradise
Fragrant flowers dotted around, sealed my wounds with their sweet elixir. The prickly grass underneath, tickled away all my worries. The breezy zephyr, vanquished negative
Childhood Dreams
Dear children build sandcastles Dance in the rain Weave stories beyond the storm Splash in puddles Swing in the garden Smile like the sunflower Sing
Matters of the Heart
I glided on silken moments, That sang in your presence, Surrendering to ecstasy. I yearned to lay bare, The yarns of tenderness, With paeans devoted
Girl Child
They are coming To see the girl Said her uncle But she hated The word ‘girl’, sounded like’ cattle’ in a fair Being treated Like
First Day at School
Remember the day when you first entered the school with whimpers and wails? Cheerful morning greetings lisped to the welcoming teachers who intently looked fresh
The Nephophile
I glance at the azure sky, wonderstruck by the fluffy, white, cottony clouds. Shapeshifting and drifting, like undisputed monarchs of the kingdom of heaven. Pristine,
You are a Miracle
Yes, you are a miracle for, you’ve come a long way and you’ve got miles to go. At times you feel incomplete and search for
Transformation
’twas a lazy summer noon my friends and I were calmly resting inside a trug brown. A sudden jolt took us by surprise, and frightened
Wish Life Was Fair
I felt uneasy yet He wasn’t bothered To enquire about me. With no choice, I had to Ease up and normalise My life like every
Senescence
My wrinkled fingers caress the silken threads of your favorite azure blue scarf The old closet holds this soft wisp of fabric lying obscurely beneath
Self Respect
Wandering along I espied a mongrel, Scrawny, scaled and starved. Rich lady walking A hefty dog, threw Biscuits to her pet. One rolled over to
The Three Sheep
left alone by someone in the fair fields are the three sheep. Mother and her babies lonely, looking for company with desperate eyes. A price
Sacrosanct
the mob closed in the sky above an innocuous blue unashamed brown the earth below. gnarled tree-trunks mute spectators spontaneous sounds of intense love ants