Biography of Mamta Agarwal
I have done my masters in English Literature.Subsequently taught at the undergraduate level for a few years. later joined a publishing house and worked as an editor for a few years. for the last 20 years have been working as a free lance writer.i write on variety of subjects.they range from mundane to spiritual, nature, modern life, society, God and holistic living.i enjoy reading, writing.travelling, watching movies, meeting people, cooking., gardening and listening to music.
I am a journalist for the last 25 years and I have published articles and poems in magazines and in two anthologies 'Now and Here - Contemporary Poetry of Delhi' and 'Poet's International Anthology 2007'
Mamta Agarwal's Works:
Careers in Hotel Management
art of paragraph writing
quotations for happiness
articles and poems in magazines and journals
NOW AND HERE- AN ANTHOLOGY - CONTEMPORARY POETRY OF DELHI
POET'S INTERNATIONAL- ANTHOLOGY 2007
Mamta Agarwal Poems
! ! ! ! Celebrating Women's Day! ! ! ! !
When God sat down to make a woman He gave her empathy love and compassion, By the time he finished with her He had no more left for the man.
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A Unequall...
Edges of fluffy clouds are tinted pink As Sun sets and Portulacca folds its lips. Taking Nature’s cue, I slow down my pace. Go back home to the rhythm of my breath.
! ! ! ! A Split And A Heart Break! ! ! ...
Playing on the flute, gently holding the instrument Eyes half closed, in a trance or a kind of enchantment. Oblivious to the presence of all loved ones around Perhaps in conversation with someone lost, not found.
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A Light Drizzle Is A...
Just love me from afar, See how I flourish Too up, close and personal I have seen it perish,
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Monsoon At Peak! !...
Monsoon at peak I hear a monologue- Rain speaks…
# A Captivated Audience...
The sombre glacier breaks Eons of its icy silence As a water fall,
# A Taste Of Life-Haiku
# In A Reflective Mood
Life has no gurantees... Mind has no boundaries... Love has no expiry date....
# A Warm Welcome To Incredible India
Waiting at the harbour with a paging board in my hand, With names of guests from Australia, about to land. It was my first assignment as a tourist guide, And my heart was beating fast, filled with pride.
! ! ! ! ! ! ! A Mother And Daughter! ! ...
At 15, taking a stroll with my mother On a cool summer night after dinner, Ma, one question always nags my mind What is it she softly asked, my child?
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what has poem hunter, Against me, I wonder. My inbox is full
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Age Old Issue! ! ! ! !...
Times were when an auto rickshaw Drove over my dainty toes I said ouch, there was a momentary pain; Shouted and moved to the next lane.
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Living In Awareness! ...
Perception A bird perched on bare tree top, surveys urban scene. Wind sneaks in through crevices, in winter unseen. Autumn leaf aboard the breeze, how with ease it falls.
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Man With A Vision! ...
Child, its late, are you awake? Ill pull up quilt and just fake. He would walk away saying no hurry. It’s bright and sunny but not to worry.
Life In A Metro
I live in an apartment on the first floor,
With my name engraved on a brass plate on the door.
Since I am most of the time alone,
The only time I see a soul
Is when I step on the terrace,
Above my garage.
I see some watchmen playing cards,
And maids walking their wards.