Gita Ashok


Gita Ashok Poems

1. Candyfloss 7/14/2010
2. Your Inner Voice 5/18/2010
3. Across The Sahara 6/8/2010
4. An Ode To Dna 6/2/2010
5. As The School Bell Rings 6/2/2010
6. An Ice Cube 6/1/2010
7. I Am Time 5/20/2010
8. An Exam 6/15/2010
9. Take Time To... 6/3/2010
10. Examination 3/30/2010
11. Come Back With A Smile! 6/22/2010
12. Together We Will... 6/6/2010
13. When Death Comes Knocking 3/29/2010
14. Sometimes... 3/27/2010
15. Playing The Game Of Life 6/30/2010
16. Beauty Need Not Be Truth 6/24/2010
17. Elusive Things 6/11/2010
18. Cell 6/27/2010
19. A Snowy Scene 6/16/2010
20. A Rose 9/7/2010
21. The Sounds Of Nature 3/26/2010
22. Crescent Moon 7/26/2012
23. The Rain 5/11/2010
24. Abc Of Success 9/7/2010
25. Where Is The House Sparrow? 7/26/2010
26. Grass Is Green 6/25/2010
27. Catharsis In Poetry 10/1/2010
28. Fireflies 7/13/2010
29. Content Writer 6/21/2010
30. Etches And Sketches 6/21/2010
31. Just One Sun And So Many Sunrises 6/15/2010
32. Chocolate In The Rain 6/1/2010
33. She 6/7/2010
34. Music Is Heaven 6/11/2010
35. Show-And-Tell 6/28/2010
36. Mystery Lady 7/9/2010
37. The Ghost 5/13/2010
38. Life As I See It In A Park 5/18/2010
39. Living And Dying 5/20/2010
40. Sunset 5/25/2010
Best Poem of Gita Ashok

Candyfloss

Whenever we go
to an amusement park or fair,
I’m eagerly on the lookout
for the candyfloss sold there.

The light pink candyfloss –
I just can’t stop marveling
at how skillfully it’s made
to look like a pink fluffy cloud at sunset.

I’ve always been wanting
to touch a soft fluffy cloud
and candyfloss is truly
a good substitute for a cloud.

I love the blissful feel of it
in my mouth where -
it melts within moments
into sweet nothingness.

Whenever I eat candyfloss,
I hope I can freeze time and make it last –
But Alas! ...

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Sometimes...

Sometimes we see, but do not look
Sometimes we hear, but do not listen
Sometimes we know, but do not care
Sometimes we shout, but do not dare.

Sometimes we speak, but not from the heart
Sometimes we race, but only to outdo others
Sometimes we breathe, but do not live
Sometimes we’re there, but do not belong.

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