I'm an ardent lover of books. I love scribbling poems, painting, dancing and making new friends.
Poetry has always been my passion since childhood and I wanted to see my name in this succulent genre of literature.Poetry is my highest pleasure and I've scribbled poems about nature, man, feminism, metaphysics, ontology, beauty etc. Emily Dickinson, Wordsworth, Arun Kolatkar are my top ... more »
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Green Peace Poems
A New Road
different roads to reach'Him' ample ways to meet the 'Gateway' all vehicles in heavy momentum on the move attaining dignified dignity
Money can buy costumes but not beauty Money can buy idols but not devotion Money can buy books but not wisdom and knowledge Money can buy bed but not rest and sleep
A Tribute To Mother Teresa
A helping hand, To the emancipated, To the hated, To the poor,
Friendship is like a bunch of flowers tied together, Happiness and solitude for some auspicious moments rather. Friendship bears the sorrows and happiness of two souls, It also bears misfortunes and disasters in various moulds.
ALL THAT MAKES A DIFFERENCE.............
Different roads, different countries Different cultures, different customs Different rites, different rituals Different lingua franca, different food
A NEW WONDERLAND
No more mosquito sucks or dog bites Fear of the approaching leopard that tears the flesh Or any threat of a dense forest or cathedral Want to remain undisturbed, silent
At Sixes And Sevens
Somewhere decorum, somewhere pandemonium Somewhere parsimony, somewhere bleeding heart Somewhere love, somewhere hatred Somewhere revenge, somewhere forgiveness
the salvation sublimated the attractions have annihilated the belongingness merged into wholeness the shadows of my dark desires converged into a gargantuan ocean-
You Are Precious
Dear beloved teachers, you are as sweet as honey! Never can we buy your kindness with money. You care for us from childhood to teenage, And your love grows by the ages.
I love my balloon My big balloon My blue balloon My ball balloon.
Who Am I?
Who am I? So happy but shy Can I not hide my good deeds And confess the sins I have committed?
The rainbow appears in the blue sky after the rains, It is a vista of hope in the dark and pains. The rainbow comprises of seven colours i.e. vibgyor. Each is significant in its own manner.
FIGURES OF SPEECH IN FICTION
Be as wise as serpents, as harmless as doves Where let the edifice of life be pity, mercy and love. Life is a bubble Entangled with thorns and troubles
None can deny that they too feel the scorching heat of summer The freezing ice of winter None can deny that they too feel the vacuum of hunger And sometimes feel the fire of anger.
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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A New Road
different roads to reach'Him'
ample ways to meet the 'Gateway'
all vehicles in heavy momentum
on the move attaining dignified dignity
from where arriving?
where finally reaching?
endless seems the peregrination
one after another
a continent of roads
some interlinked, some parallel
which ones the shortest, fastest, nearest?
in the journey to Infinity?
a new road, a new birth
nevertheless it continues
with ample twists and turns
which ones to suffer them?
to whom will it be a smooth excursion?
which road will...