Biography of Geeta Nair
I started writing poems in the year 2003, & have written almost 200 mostly in Hindi. I love nature & music. Most of my poems are based on dreams.I have utmost faith on power abv us & do love his creations.
I haven't published any of my poems yet, but indeed looking forward in future.
Geeta Nair Poems
As the silence crept inside my room And loneliness surrounded me My eager eyes searched for you I am missing you…
In Your Absence
In your Absence I go down the lane of memories To cherish those beautiful moments We both spent together.
Come To Me, O Honey!
Lets bathe in the moonlight, Let be no distance between us,
A Short Brisk Walk.....
Strolling beside the seaside Soothing myself by the cool breeze Watching the orange Sun going for rest In the arms of sea,
Why Shouldn'T I Dream?
Why shouldn't I dream? Takes me where I want, Makes me do what I want, Introduces me to fairy queen,
If Ever You
If ever you give me a chance, I would shun all your sorrow from you, Convert each tear into pearl, Make happiness your slave
Colors Of My Love! !
Colorful is my love Warm and cool is my love.. As Passionate as Red
As A Tribute To You O Dear Teacher
As a Tribute to you O dear Teacher I wish to dedicate this poem. You are an unselfish soul,
Waiting For You.......
As shore wait for waves to touch Draw me close to you, I am waiting for you.
Without You, My Love......
Without you, my love My life comes to utter stillness, My mind goes sheer blank Thus surrounding me with complete darkness.
How Much I Love You.
If at all I could express How much I love you. I fail to express in words
Reason To Live...
As the dawn broke Spreading its rays of new hope And ending the darkness of despair, I have a reason to live.
My True Friend
Dear one you are… Treasure of immense Kindness, Reflection of Myself,
In The Ocean Of Music
I want to dive in the ocean of music To collect precious pearls of different swaras, To taste very dropp of music, And get immersed with different ragas.
In My Garden
In my garden,
A cute little bud bloomed into beautiful Rose.
Beauty that stops my feet to gaze,
Color that can't be named,
Sweet Fragrance that attract towards it.
My pen failed to describe its beauty
Not because lack of ink but lack of words.
I thought of divine spirit that made such a