Biography of Arti Chopra
I was born in Jammu in the beautiful state of Jammu and Kashmir.I had my college education in Delhi whereafter I got married and became a primary teacher.
I started writing poetry as a hobby while posted to different places in India, but took it up more seriously, when I had more time on my hands posted in the beautiful country Turkey.
The scenic beauty of Kasmir and Turkey always have been my underlying motivation to write about the beauties of nature.
Nothing moves me more than Nature in all its glory and my poetry seeks to crystallize my admiration in words.
I thank God for being so kind in bestowing me this gift, whereas I can express my feelings to the best of my ability
Arti Chopra Poems
Family Reunion....A Thanksgiving Prayer
the house is almost full, the rooms abound with chatter, little feet are pattering away finally, the time that does matter,
Beauty In Nature
Theres a poem in every flower, a sonnet in every tree, a tale in every lifetime its just for you to see...
My Sunshine......(To My Daughter)
my sunshine, came to me on a day that it poured with rain, a little bundle so beautiful, so defenseless,
Im Proud To Be An Indian
Ive travelled many countries met people white, black, yellow and brown Ive seen several beautiful locales but my India wins the crown....
what would life be without friends? they are truly a gift, that God sends, helps to make life full of song, when you have a friend to sing along.
What Is Beauty
beauty they say is being fair of face beauty is unexplainable its everywhere, at everyplace
Dont Look Back
dont look back, at the memories that haunt, the painful truth, so dark and so gaunt
Addvice To A Battered Wife
of all the hateful things in the world, one is surely liquor, makes families fight and couples bicker.
Its Darkest Before Dawn
its darkest before dawn so remember when you are driven to the depths of despair
marriage is the flame you have to cup in your hands and protect it lest ugly winds
I stare into the fire it signifies my desire leaping creeping and all red flames,
memories of childhood... such a wonderful, hazy, warm feeling, special memories, filled with love come welling up, and send my senses reeling,
Look Into My Eyes
look into my eyes, and you will see the love I have for you, it pours out,
when you are sad and weary, and nothing give you peace, just close your eyes, and think of Him,
Let There Be Peace
what have we done,
that we must suffer so?
do you not see the fear and terror,
on the faces,
of little children
trauma that will haunt them,
forever and even more,
do u not hear the cries of despair,
of people who watch their life's possessions,