Biography of Green Peace
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 priorities.
Total Articles Published 730 (seven hundred)
Myriad poems and articles were published in many English newspapers like:
‘The Indian Express’, ‘The Maharashtra Herald’, ’The Times of India’, ‘Asian Age’ from 1996
to 2004, few of them are ‘The Birth of Christ, ’ ‘Pets Parlour’, ‘The World is her Oyster’.
Poems like ‘Unconscious Walls’ was published in ‘Poet’, July 2004 (an International
Journal) and ‘Generation Gap’ published in ‘Replica’ April –June 2005 (a National Journal)
‘Growing Up Once Again’, ‘On Getting A Tsetse’s Sting’ were published in ‘Women’s Era’ Feb
2004 (First Issue) & June 2005 (Second Issue) respectively
Green Peace's Works:
The Muse In My Salad Days.
Green Peace Poems
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
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.
Like to watch the changing shapes of the clouds Of the moon merging in the blue cloudless canopy the detachment and yet the attachment feeling that dawns indescribable silvery its beauty
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
Ice Ice Ice Cream
Heat heat all around Summer only found Waters dried, souls parched, thirsty tongues Creamy chocolates, ice- creams in full swing throng
The Pain Of Growing Up
To smile at the rural maidens To pluck flowers of the garden Is no more the same attitude The spirit speaks rude.
Spicy Food Of The Body
Hunger of the stomach Love of the souls, Prayer of the conscious, Action of the hands.
They copied but we xerox Our forefathers wrote letters, Youngsters e-mail Women were disheveled, disarmed,
The Mystic Drum
When the mystic drum beats within- The fear is no longer fear It is swallowed down by courage Shyness is replaced by dauntless mettle.
Misery Misery Everywhere
Misery for love, Misery for hatred, Misery for birth, Misery for death,
Work is beauty Work is reality: Work is mode and not a load Work is good: which we need for our daily food.
Days in childhood, in vacations we spent at giggle laughter Discussed the pickles Found the solutions
All That Makes A Difference.............
Different roads, different countries Different cultures, different customs Different rites, different rituals Different lingua franca, different food
Success In Failure
Failures infinite in life Despair-- Demoralisation--- Depression- Hence success by mere thoughts At least momentary happiness-- bliss--- ecstasy--
Nature is bestowed with diversity
A diversity which has certainty
The sun shines and the birds sing
And the orioles fly with golden wings
The tree grows and fruits ripen
And the children eat them with their hearts gladdened.