Abdul Malik Mandani
Biography of Abdul Malik Mandani
High School from St. Gabriel's High School, Kazipet, Warangal. B.A. from Osmania University, Hyderabad. Did Diploma in Journalism & Public Relations from Siddharth College of Mass Communication & Media, Bombay. Did Associate Degree in Graphic Arts from College of DuPage, Illinois, USA.
A printer by profession, I like reading, writing and travelling. I also post my poems on www.Poetrysoup.com.
Actually I do most of my postings on that site.
Abdul Malik Mandani Poems
Tree, The Beautiful
Never is there more pleasant a sight Than a tree standing mighty and upright, Crowned with a canopy of lush green, Orange, yellow or hues umpteen.
Do you harbor a secret true? Like everyone else and me too; All of us have something to hide, Affairs we would rather set aside:
One cold, stormy and dreary night While I was long lost in my musing, There came a knocking, faint and light Yet startled me from my dozing.
The Tree Of Life
Standing at the edge of a lush cornfield, Snuggling close to a bubbling brook, this Majestic Oak tree stands upright like a sentinel guarding
That's Just Me
Oh, you do not want to know my tale, But since you insist, I guess I'll just tell, Originally from mystical India - not Rome!
I Am Who I Am
I am sensitive, self-conscious, Nervous, listless, anxious, Caught up in the grind of life It's stress and it's strife.
Romancing The Rose
They carried me in upon their shoulders, Without a stitch on, And toss me boisterously
As You Like It
What do you fancy the most? What is it that you desire? What's your wildest whim? What for do you madly aspire?
Lust For Blood
What secrets lurk in my mind, What forces torment my soul? Secrets of some sinister kind, Forces of evil eyes, black as coal!
The Poetry I so intensely write Is not only in black and white, There are some shades of gray, Booby traps and a crooked way.
A Walk In The Woods
When life in the city becomes too much to bear, With its winding concrete roads, Its underpasses and overpasses,
Say, O melancholy moon Did someone steal your sleep like mine too? Why do you pace
Lust For Blood
What secrets lurk in my mind,
What forces torment my soul?
Secrets of some sinister kind,
Forces of evil eyes, black as coal!
I can sense your pounding heart
And smell the sweat of your fear,
Lo! I say so in truth from the start
So you are forewarned, be clear.