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 labours of peace.

The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again
The welcome morning with read more

The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again
The welcome morning with its rays of peace.

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.

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).

There is no way to peace. Peace is the way.

There is no way to peace. Peace is the way.

If a man would live in peace he should be blind, deaf, and dumb.

If a man would live in peace he should be blind, deaf, and dumb.

Roger Normand:
Bomb now. Die later.

Roger Normand:
Bomb now. Die later.

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.