Arti Chopra

Rookie (16 Nov 1953 / Jammu)

Arti Chopra Poems

1. That Warm Feeling 9/3/2006
2. Temporary Insommnia 9/13/2006
3. No Toys 9/14/2006
4. Reflect Awhile 9/18/2006
5. View From My Balcony 8/1/2006
6. Why Is It? 8/7/2006
7. Lassie And I 8/7/2006
8. The Healer....(To My Son) 8/7/2006
9. Dont Live In The Past 8/10/2006
10. In Gratitude 8/10/2006
11. The Beauties Of Nature 8/12/2006
12. The Language Of Love 8/13/2006
13. Memories 8/14/2006
14. That Time Of Season Again 10/29/2006
15. Diwali Away From Home 10/29/2006
16. The Old Lady In The Window 12/14/2006
17. Gems In A Sea Of Humanity 1/10/2007
18. Just You And Me 1/11/2007
19. I Believe 1/17/2007
20. I Miss You Father 1/25/2007
21. The Dawn And The Dusk 2/2/2007
22. Serenity On A Lazy Day 2/8/2007
23. Sepia Tinted Photos 3/30/2007
24. Nature At War 4/16/2007
25. A Special Smile 4/25/2007
26. Yet Another Night 7/20/2007
27. Life Is About Change 7/20/2007
28. The Poppy Field 8/3/2007
29. The Joy Of Homecoming 4/2/2008
30. I Live In Hope 7/23/2008
31. Thirty Five Years Today 7/31/2008
32. Yet Again 11/30/2008
33. Lovers Quarrel 9/6/2009
34. Icant Thank You Enough 9/6/2009
35. I Wish 3/19/2010
36. What Do I Write For A Wonderful Mother? 5/9/2010
37. Life...The Big Mystery 5/9/2010
38. The Awesome Threesome 5/9/2010
39. Water 5/11/2010
40. What Chocolate Means To Me 5/12/2010
Best Poem of Arti Chopra

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,

fervently with every breath of mine,
I bow my head and pray,
my cup of happiness is full to the brim,
such togetheness comes once in a way,

my loved ones are here with me
to partake of your bestowed grace,
happiness shows in every pair of eyes
laughter lights up every face,

mealtimes are a blessing of yours,
I thank thee for the food on our plate
the walls of my house, so cemented with love,
may the ...

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Thoughts

thoughts swirl around,
in my mind, like a friend,
whos always there,
sometimes calm and placid,
like a lake on who's suface
not a ripple is even there,
sometimes chaotic, like a sea
angry, rough, dark and wild
sometimes happy,

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