Sarita Khullar shares her poem ‘Autumn Equinox’ for #PenMuse-55. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/penmuse-55/
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Author: Sarita Khullar
Ominous Tears
Sarita Khullar’s second poem is a #Poetry6 submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here. The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #poems now.
Nature’s Pearls
Sarita Khullar’s poem is a #Poetry6 submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here. The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #poems now.
Mystic Night
Sarita Khullar shares the poem ‘Mystic Night’ for #PoetryPrompt 3 at #TaleathlonS3. Submission for the challenge is open till 11:59pm today.
A Very Ordinary Girl
Sarita Khullar’s ‘A Very Ordinary Girl’ is a #Poetry3 submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here. The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #poems now.
Eternal Wait
Sarita Khullar’s ‘Eternal Wait’ is a #Poetry1 submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here. The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #poems now.
Mystic Poesy
Wreaths of passionate words, Like garland of daisy, Dream land of poesy Lays of a wild birds in solitude treads, Saturated with passions thar heart
Summer Showers
Summer showers bring breezes cool, Blue canopy above turns grey and white , Dripping raindrops give verdure woods resplendent sheen, A fresh carpet adorns the
Autumn Vibes
Leaves are vibrant and falling in a sway, Dame Autumn is expanding her hold, Migratory birds are about to fly away, Winds are turning fierce
Simply Love
You immerse me in your love Grandma dear You waft me to fairyland Where I, the little princess, Beam proudly Enjoying adulation Your cherubic smile
Rain and Children
It’s raining, it’s pouring Life has become so boring, Can’t go outside to play or bike Scene outside is alluring, It’s raining, it’s pouring, New
Humans of God
Vessel of human deeds Enshrine in human hearts Serene compassion and Satanic pleasure or Either of these can dwell Let’s decide what to choose Our
Acceptance
I found life hurting as I grew, Showing me its hues all along Till I left to higher power, To make me live with love,
Fragrant Memories
Smoked and Blackened temple openings. Due to constantly burning incense, Slowly brings back cherished memories Of our mother’s soft soothing
Last Meeting
I knew you were sick but that much! Eyes gave recognising flicks, A bubbly girl lying helpless as such, Body bearing a dozen pricks, White as
Finding Self
Gayatri had always dreaded her school reunions unlike most of the alumnae of her famous St. Joseph’s Convent School. She would certainly have given it