Yes, we love peace, but we are not willing to take wounds for it, as we are for war.

Yes, we love peace, but we are not willing to take wounds for it, as we are for war.

Each one has to find his peace from within. And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances.

Each one has to find his peace from within. And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances.

A peace that comes from fear and not from the heart is the opposite of peace.

A peace that comes from fear and not from the heart is the opposite of peace.

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression read more

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.

You bring young men together.. put them in a confined
space.. and then give them a license to kill
(re read more

You bring young men together.. put them in a confined
space.. and then give them a license to kill
(re war).

Peace is more important than all justice; and was not made for the sake of justice, but justice for the read more

Peace is more important than all justice; and was not made for the sake of justice, but justice for the sake of peace.

First keep peace with yourself, then you can also bring peace to others.

First keep peace with yourself, then you can also bring peace to others.

I do not want the peace which passeth understanding, I want the understanding which bringeth peace.

I do not want the peace which passeth understanding, I want the understanding which bringeth peace.

Alternative Terror
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of read more

Alternative Terror
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of black smokes belched
From the nozzle of the missiles
Turned the dwellings into debris
And lives breathe under rubble
Still desires of living
That will never be fulfilled
Sighing are heard in the air
Unseen ghosts are roaming freely
Searching their brotherhoods
Living or dead
Souls are still weeping bitterly
With sorrows that never end
In the war turned atmosphere
Flying high in the sky appeared
The hungry vultures that smell
Odors of rotten human flesh
As if the open graveyards
To wipe the terrors and even its ghosts
Out of the worldly atmosphere
Reassuring pure peace
In every people’s mind
Is’t the rebirth of terror
Or alternative terror ?
© Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar.