Live Like A Stoic
Better to trip with feet than with the tongue, Better be doing all of what you preach, Tales of deeds for centuries are sung, Guiding
Penmancy Anthologies
Anonymous Breeze
Ubiquitously loafed tickling and tingling In tranquility and salvation at ease A gratuitous soul,bouncing An inherent reckless breeze No place to dwell wandered unfettered. Elusive
Gratitude to Thee
To Thee I owe this promising new dayHe, who absolved me of my flaws; my sinsMy hand He held, and showed me a new wayThe
21 Days of Vigil
“21 days,” counted Indu. “21 days until he returns.” And yet she knew it wouldn’t feel like that much. It would stretch on, like a
Heaven on Earth
Oh! What beauty I see My vision exhilarates at the sights The lush green amidst the pine tree Mountain engulfed in sheets of whites The
Dad’s New Shirt
As Mohit came down for the breakfast, he noticed his father had already left for the office. “Mom, why did papa leave so early today?”He
Blank Pages
Rummaging through the strewn faded pages Of jumbled life, with waning sanity Every day a struggle, to recall names and faces, Often lost in familiar
Do You Smoke?
21st is always a painful day. I remember her. But I don’t want to. So I go back to my best friend, nicotine. I snuck
The Other Side
Will we learn what is on the other side? What awaits us when we leave this world? Will I land up in underworld with a
Yours Naturally-21
“It is not a natural death nor is it the last.” The investigating officer paced his horizontal office in quest of a vertical solution. “Six
A Code to Decipher
“Mom, did you say Grandpa was a cryptologist for the Indian army?” asked Deepak. “Do you even know what that means?” asked his mom Meera.
21 Children
“21 children. 21 chances. One miss and you’re gone.” Rajesh cursed that moment when he had encountered Shirley. For prompt money he had readily agreed
A Blessed Life
“Panditji, Panditji…” A knock at the door and frantic calls alerted Panditji. He peeped and found Dinkar Babu’s son knocking. “What happened Amit, is everything
My Wanderlust Ink
As my wanderlust ink runs wild to kiss The ruffling parchment waiting to embrace The words do spill never a chance to miss To win
21 Years a Prisoner
“Prisoner number 441. The warden has summoned you.” As I walk out of my cell, my cellmates look on sympathetically. To be summoned to the
The Saviors
For the body that enters in Cape, Sigh the two souls, Another day and a narrow escape, As a pearl from eyes rolls. The sniffles
Bewilderment
Such a bewildering prompt, can I write? Let me think and jot down my ideas abound. You can see, I’m no exceptional wright. When I
Ropy Obligations
The rope gave jittery tremors as if anxious of Chutki’s dancing endeavours. The idle minds watching her feat prayed to the cross for her safety
The Rippling Waves of Life
Should not one learn to ride the rippling waves? Keep one’s poise in storm and silence. It thunders, rumbles, and roars like a beast, But