At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.

At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.

If we are to live together in peace, we must come to know each other better.

If we are to live together in peace, we must come to know each other better.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.

It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward read more

It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labors of peace.

Peace is a two way road of conflict and compromise.

Peace is a two way road of conflict and compromise.

Peace is not a relationship of nations. It is a condition of mind brought about by a serenity of soul. read more

Peace is not a relationship of nations. It is a condition of mind brought about by a serenity of soul. Peace is not merely the absence of war. It is also a state of mind. Lasting peace can come only to peaceful people.

The pursuit of peace and progress cannot end in a few years in either victory or defeat. The pursuit of read more

The pursuit of peace and progress cannot end in a few years in either victory or defeat. The pursuit of peace and progress, with its trials and its errors, its successes and its setbacks, can never be relaxed and never abandoned.

If we want a free and peaceful world, if we want to make the deserts bloom and man grow to read more

If we want a free and peaceful world, if we want to make the deserts bloom and man grow to greater dignity as a human being-we can do it.

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.