There are days when I can’t hear myself A wistful art of squashing voices Hush-hush is what I say to the whispers How difficult it
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The Disappearing One
The chirping of the sparrows, was music to our ears Watching you hop around was a joy to children A memory of the bygone days
Beacon of My Life
One who embowered me in her folds She was not my doting mother Neither was she my purist teacher But still she was the one
Arise, Awake, Attend
Wipe the pain of last night Open your eyes to welcome a new dawn Be prepared to grab the first rays of sun Attend to
What Penance Did I Do to Become Your Mother?
O Kanna, with the skin of bluish hue, you look innocent, You steal not only hearts of pretty girls but butter too, The people who
The Legacy of Longing
The diaphanous sheets susurrate against the onyx parchment As I gently turn the dog-eared pages of our mothballed album – The treasured cache of moments
Voice From the Coffin
I felt suffocated inside as I heard Twenty-one-gun shots in the sky. My mom cried silently, yet loud, My soul mate! Oh! Inconsolable. Twenty-one-gun shots
Sepia-Tinted Memories
My heart still lies somewhere in the era gone byWhen every expression was so unadulterated and pureThe precious photos embedded in the frayed albums Each lucid
When Autumn’s Amber Fades
Over the horizon birds disappear, the evening’s a glimmer now. The sinking sun drops into Night’s inky bed. Faint footfall fades, a lull fills the
Silent Admirer
As I look deep into your eyes I realize you are my truest friend Along this journey of my life You’ve closely observed the way
Bereavement
Dad, you passed away too soon, Leaving us shattered and grief-stricken, A void in our lives no one could fill, Memories of you, time can
Silent Lullaby
Unvoiced words tether to tumultuous silence Melancholic emotions enshroud my soul Crestfallen heart still yearns for your presence Pursued by disgruntled maternal feelings Melancholic emotions
You are My Infinite Horizon
You held my hand through life’s toughest journeys As you walked beside me, you ensured I didn’t ever fall Amidst the comfort of the reverent
Melancholic Melodies
Mon Amour! With words unsaid thou chose to bid adieu, Memories of yore swirl amidst all spaces void, Alas! My ambling days are now fraught
Panchali’s Turmoil
Arjuna’s bow made an immaculate impression Krishna smiled dolefully, knowing it all She completed the mandatory circumambulation Watching the knight who took the fall. Krishna