The magic of autumnal hues Leaves us in awe and mesmerised Cherished as God’s favourite muse They’re adorned and often disguised Burnt oranges, russets,
Author: Nisha Tandon
Nisha is an entrepreneur in HR field with previous work experience in education, hotels and training. She enjoys her journey of life trying to make her 16 year old daughter diagnosed with Down Syndrome, independent and well integrated in the society. Being a typical Taurean, she takes life head on and is ready to face challenges with a perennial smile.
Tale-a-thlon
Tale-a-thlon Mind blowing We nailed it Met deadline Of midnight For each prompt We’re winners Let us all Celebrate ________________________________ Connect with Penmancy: ________________________________
Advice to Nemo
Nisha Tandon shares the poem ‘Advice to Nemo’ for #PoetryPrompt 5 at #TaleathlonS3. Submission for the challenge is open till 11:59pm today.
Pulwama to Balakot
Nisha Tandon shares the poem ‘Pulwama to Balakot’ for #PoetryPrompt 3 at #TaleathlonS3. Submission for the challenge is open till 11:59pm today.
Putting Myself First
Ambiguities, trials and adversities Conquering my life till saturation A never-ending roller coaster ride Taking it in my stride, I’ve crossed all hurdles Imprudent, obstinate
Mischievous Kitty
I’m a little Kitty cat Furry and plush Here are my whiskers That need no brush When I see a sneaky mouse Hear me scream
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
Eternal Truth
Death they say is the only truth Harsh and grim and miserable It leaves you broken and shattered A wound beyond any repair Tears we
Journey With You
When I madly fell in love with you People doubted but I always knew Many a triumphs and setbacks few No matter what, we shall
Your Inebriant Eyes
Your inebriant eyes often hypnotize me My imprisoned soul into a void they set free I yearn and crave for them whenever I’m alone Seeds
Advent of Summer
Dazzling sunbeams peep through thicket of woods And caress of breeze sets the forest’s fronds aglow Embracing the peaceful aura of breaking dawn It’s promising
Fading Memories
I hold a picture in my wrinkled hand Incessant tears flow like a restive stream I make no efforts to hold them back They continue
Silver Jubilee
A glittering jewel I wear To mark our twenty-fifth We’re one People welcome the gracious pair Shattering every myth Life’s fun Celebrations and smiles galore
My Love is True
I am born different, accept me Don’t consider me a shame I’m a part of you, my love is true Don’t fret mother , I’ll
Moon and Stars
When the world sleeps tranquilly, adrift in lucid dreams Darkness spreads its iridescent wings The pretentious moon unfurls the silvery beams That pirouette as the
Undefined Love
Stark white hair adorned his wrinkled face No words he spoke nor heard the cacophony around Alas! He was blind and deaf and bereft of
Illusory Promises
Solemn promises are often easily made Some remain unfulfilled, while some are broken Silently one reminisces till a few fade Sadly, others forever remain unspoken