Peace and friendship with all mankind is our wisest policy, and I wish we may be permitted to pursue it.

Peace and friendship with all mankind is our wisest policy, and I wish we may be permitted to pursue it.

In peace, sons bury their fathers; in war, fathers bury their sons. -Herodotus.

In peace, sons bury their fathers; in war, fathers bury their sons. -Herodotus.

The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for read more

The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for lack
Of somebody to hew and hack.

Peace is a militant state, which is not secured by wishful thinking.... If we are to be sure of our read more

Peace is a militant state, which is not secured by wishful thinking.... If we are to be sure of our liberty, we must be ready to fight for it.

Bring to a boil
Add oil
Then bomb
Ms Roy is author of the God of Small Things.

Bring to a boil
Add oil
Then bomb
Ms Roy is author of the God of Small Things.

I take it that what all men are really after is some form of, perhaps only some formula of, peace.

I take it that what all men are really after is some form of, perhaps only some formula of, peace.

Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves.

Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves.

Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.

Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are 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.