Vartika Pandey [Ember of Dreams] (2/7/1997)
Biography of Vartika Pandey
I am still searching how to define who I am. All I can say for everyone is that POETS ARE NOT HAPPY PEOPLE AND PEOPLE WHO ARE REALLY HAPPY NEVER BECOME POETS. Every one of us is bonded by thin threads of tragedy. That is what I write about- Tragedy, supernaturalism and romance.
Ode To Agony
Descending upon the throbbing flesh like a serpent
With venom exploding
From each bit of thy deceiving, stupefying frame
I view thee, as an offering
From my perpetual tragedy, my life
So awaited are thou!
Oh! So now my pain is my indulgence
My anxious stoic eyes now welcome thy arrival