<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Muskan]]></title><description><![CDATA[Muskan]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 12:57:06 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.muskanmedia.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[You - Alone]]></title><description><![CDATA[Your holding my hand Touched a chord in my heart So delicate, so tender That I could give up my life For that moment Alone Your eyes - when they look at me Create a tide of wrinkles in my clothes Warming up my face with a soft blush Prompting me to hide in your hug The hurricane of passion rushes in Always Slowly, wildly, suddenly I get soaked in your being Full of love and light When millions of stars twinkle In the black of the night Longing I care for you beyond all care Love you beyond...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/you-alone</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1e6a86df221f3f2cbed35</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:53:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[When the Buddha Woke Up]]></title><description><![CDATA[When the Buddha woke up Seeing me in tears He smiled. "You are alive ... " He said.]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/when-the-buddha-woke-up</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1e634c4c584cedb06ef5c</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:50:29 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To Lermontov]]></title><description><![CDATA[Holding your portrait against my bosom I felt how much you needed warmth Sunshine in your tear-filled eyes And solace for your soul Lermontov - my friend Suffer not - no more The world is the same It would disillusion you again And subject you to intolerable pain ... Your 'demon' was an honest sort At least for a moment, he had thought Of finer feelings, love and care But today, your 'demon' would just blankly stare Paralysed, frozen, with fear bare Scared, scared, scared ... Of the present,...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/to-lermontov</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1e527a96d49e56ebc4cbd</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:47:43 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To Karmanye, My Son]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is nothing on this earth dearer to me Than he The one soaked in love That he Whom ladore That he Who dwells in me He, who makes my world shine He, my ecstasy Whom I carried in my womb A human mystery That I will treasure to my tomb My death will be peaceful Because he, my son Will be there to shut my eyes That will carry myriad images Of the caring, loving him!]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/to-karmanye-my-son</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1e4db43fd38a1bb6e7fca</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:44:33 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Tomb]]></title><description><![CDATA["I love you, rose Give yourself to me I will be your vase Together we shall be" The rose gifted herself to the vase Together they stood Withstanding the weathers Love prevailed, life was good Every day the rose gifted Delicate new petals To her precious vase For their love to last and last And the vase began to grow Suddenly cutting into her stem Till blood covered her brow "What are you doing? You are killing me", Cried out the frightened flower "You will not die I shall not set you free -...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/the-tomb</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1e472c4c584cedb06ea9a</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:43:14 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Buddha Silent]]></title><description><![CDATA[Little Birdie's song Penetrated my silence Lullabying it, the Buddha silent Meditation cascaded.]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/the-buddha-silent</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1e3de0c8d230c9e8c1c8e</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:40:22 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sixty Minutes]]></title><description><![CDATA[My friend, give me only an hour And I will tell you all about myself Sixty minutes would tick the story Of many failures and some success Seconds would gradually break Crushing my heart once more with ache Filling it with dried-up autumn tears That continue to pierce Hopes of spring again ... Despite, despite the needling pain Time would talk about desires buried About how my grandma's love worried Through endless, sleepless nights ... While I stared blankly At the shadows of darkness Not...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/sixty-minutes</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1e32d43fd38a1bb6e7b50</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:38:21 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Shadows]]></title><description><![CDATA[Bodies made of clay were long gone While their shadows still walked on and on ... Unmindful of their own non-existence Shadows are innocent Conditioned by persistence To serve their lords in flesh Who, forsaking the loyal shadows, perished one after the other As their shadows still walked on and on ... Till they too, stupefied Stopped to look at the shores of death To realise that the waves had washed away the bodies That the shadows had zealously guarded Propelled by the inertia of life That...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/shadows</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1e28943fd38a1bb6e79aa</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:35:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Not Again!]]></title><description><![CDATA[Everyday I walk towards my funeral pyre Sometimes slowly, inching my way At times galloping away ... As I watch another Inevitable cremation Sitting quietly On the fence At the back of a wailing ground Where thick smoke Whirls happily waltzing Round and round ... My aching ears Wanting to block Shreiks' deafening sound As the lusting fire consumed corpses Sniggered at the hollow socialising of Loud, unclear voices The fire laughed at the wailing people As they watched Their near and dear ones...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/not-again</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1e0e6a96d49e56ebc40b7</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:31:20 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mother Teresa]]></title><description><![CDATA[A childless mother of all A virgin womb that carries the cry Of millions of children ... Delivers tears of joy That flow silently In the folds of her wrinkles ... Every day when the sun sets It hides a little sunshine In the sky of her moist, grey eyes To be able to come back to the earth again For they both share the same secret of warmth ...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/mother-teresa</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1e083a96d49e56ebc3f7b</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:26:04 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Left Alone]]></title><description><![CDATA[Seeing us Blown by the passionate storm The vertical rain turned horizontal For us to see it elope with the wind Inspiring, dancing And miles away bouncing Tender and caring The ecstatic drops left us alone To soak each other ...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/left-alone</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1e02143fd38a1bb6e72e7</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:24:26 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Soul Flower]]></title><description><![CDATA[My inner soil is rich Nurtured with a heavenly river of raindrops Showers that mingle Ever so often with my aching tears That rush towards gravity To conceal themselves ... I pause and console myself with my prickly tears Assuring them of complete privacy "No one, no one at all, can tell the difference", I say, "As the pouring water keeps chasing Your tears unabashedly ... No one would know, you are crying Unless you keep heavily sighing", I say a bit sarcastically Water mingles with water...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/my-soul-flower</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1d6c50c8d230c9e8bfc2f</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 06:45:16 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Friends Live in My Heart]]></title><description><![CDATA[My friends live in my heart Have always done so My silence has made me realise How precious each one is to me In good times We were together In my lonely moments None deserted me Tears of gratitude Say a big thank you To all of you I chose this moment Of intense inner joy To express my happiness And gratitude to you!]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/my-friends-live-in-my-heart</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1d665441ae2d5fdf3c240</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 06:42:57 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Motherland]]></title><description><![CDATA[Can a stem alienate itself from its roots? No! It would face death Can I alienate myself from my motherland? No. My heart would stop hammering Life into my beat ... Can I alienate myself From the agony of pain? When I see poverty, hunger, vile corruption, greed And thousands of tiny mouths to feed? No, I cannot wish the reality away. I have to serve, I have to stay. My roots have to stay Like the roots of the banyan tree Strong and exposed Willing to take the onslaughts And nurture positive...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/motherland</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1d5f5a96d49e56ebc257b</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 06:41:04 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Moonlit Nights]]></title><description><![CDATA[The time to go is close My mind aimlessly races, Pauses, brushes against The moments lived Through a jungle Dark and thick Complete with emotions Impoverished and rich! In crystal clear lakes Elegant swans I met Learnt white grace That reflected on my face! Also venom-bitten By scary, black snakes ... The magical stories I hugged as I read Enjoying nature's lavish spread Relishing the taste of watermelons juicy And strawberries delicate red But as a special treat, From humans, I was forced...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/moonlit-nights</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1d561c4c584cedb06c449</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 06:39:52 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Love Again]]></title><description><![CDATA[Dance when There is music none Dance till you And the dance Become one Sing when the song Does not exist And the words come Gliding through the mist When the rivers suddenly Freeze their flow Seeds of fragrance Yearning to grow Wanting to unfold their colourful bloom Radiating their shades across the sky But if there is no warmth Left for the buds to sprout In the still, stubborn, lifeless air Then you must intensely kiss The sleepy, tired atmosphere Again and yet again To be able to share...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/love-again</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1d4f7c4c584cedb06c313</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 06:37:12 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lida]]></title><description><![CDATA[My dear Lida On arrival, I dialed your number I was told you had shifted I asked for your new address "I have no address," the voice said "No telephone number Lida is in Moscow alright But she wouldn't be able to meet you" Until l did ... In a cemetery Loaded with cold stone Rested your body As I prayed for peace The white radiant flowers That I placed on your grave Whispered my grief Offering tears to your soul As I heard my heart mourn On reaching home With misty eyes I entered your new...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/_lida</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1d4a3a96d49e56ebc219a</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 06:35:21 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Let Us]]></title><description><![CDATA[The stars saw it coming The eye of an infant saw it coming Drops of pure water saw it too But the human had no clue Captive of greed He kept felling trees Wounding Mother Earth Deaf to her pleas She screamed in pain "This is sheer madness, not gain!" The stars heard and the infant too The waves began gushing anew But the human took no cue A captive of greed He kept felling trees As his ruthless axe tore apart His mother's tender, loving heart Now barren, bereft of feminine grace Repeatedly...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/let-us</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1d422441ae2d5fdf3bbdd</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 06:34:11 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Laughter]]></title><description><![CDATA[Take in my laughter While I am around, my friend Sprinkled with the silver Musical dust of the stars ... Synergized with the warmth Of a sunny, winter day The caressing touch of Romance-filled breeze. Oh, the fragrance in the air Of centuries-starved love and care Take in my friend The nectar Of my laughter And do away with all your worries, Happy you stay!]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/laughter</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1d3d74a0fe97454f24d04</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 06:31:56 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I am Sorry]]></title><description><![CDATA[I am sorry I mistook your passion For love I witnessed My own humiliation I am sorry I trusted you With all my being I am sorry Let us put our feelings to rest Too tired to respond Too wounded to belong Alone I stand In the desert of life Looking at the intimidating grey sand I think of the colour within And find a fistful powder of sin Of a life not lived to the brim Sand again? No. Ashes Grey and hot - Frightful and soft Brought out But one tear From my eye The other was Already pierced...]]></description><link>https://www.muskanmedia.com/post/i-am-sorry</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e1d303a96d49e56ebc1de3</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 06:28:57 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Muskan Productions</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>