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
Author: Nisha Tandon
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
I am no Different
People called me different, why? To their views I did not agree I allowed nothing to stop me My only limit was the sky! They
Remnants of Love
Absence of trust in a relationship Becomes a legit reason for estrangement Creating a rift that’s impossible to fill Despite the remnants of love ,
Unyielding Waves
Playful tidal waves, rise and fall in glee Nescient of their sorrow As whistling winds tease, and then quickly flee Ere the waves even know
You Are, Yes You Are
You’ve vowed to match your steps with mine In you I’ve found a soul benign You’ve witnessed my quiescent dreams And helped to manifest my
Estranged Relationships
Broken heart Torn apart Time flies by Emotions within die Estrangement draws nigh No sign of repentance Only thoughts of vengeance Reduces level of dependence
The Bridal Earth
The coy Earth is decked as a lush bride Creating eternal paradise The nature, an artist’s muse always The Sun beams in pride past the
Autumn Musings
Leaves flutter in myriad hues As the frisky breeze passes by They pirouette and cascade, and become an artist’s muse Without a worry as they
What is Love?
Love as they say is a myth not a fact All it gives you is loneliness and pain Unduly when you argue and react Forlorn
Covid Fear
The community came to bid farewell to Stephen As he began his last journey to the heaven Suddenly his aunt sneezed loudly amidst her tears
A Bouquet of Flowers
A bouquet of flowers To confess intense love As their hearts skip a beat Lovers steal sly glances Until they get to meet A bouquet
Assemblage of Memoirs
Photographs, an assemblage of memoirs Forgotten moments and words unspoken Evoking emotions often etched with scars That leave behind dreams completely broken Each photograph has
Glorious Dawn
As dew drops fall on them, the leaves stir Withdrawing ratherish impishly They gyrate with deftness in cadence A long walk at dawn then soothes
Etched in Her Heart
She enjoyed the strumming And each chord created a new beat On her guitar …and in her heart as well!!! Memories came flooding With each