Biography of Abie Arun
This is Abirami, a 17 yr old girl from India. Reading and writing poetry has been my greatest passion in life. My anthology 'Sub-Rosa Whispers' is getting published soon! ! ! Poetry has practically changed my thoughts and desires and alleviated my life bringing light into darkness and sunshine into shadow. It has made me adopt this motto for life: 'You should not reveal your works, your works should reveal you' Currently, I have spread my wings into writing stories and I'm all set for my debut novel 'NO REGRETS'! ! ' 'Its not for those who want to succeed, But for those who have failed...'
Abie Arun's Works:
Getting published: 'No Regrets'
Abie Arun Poems
Life Goes On
Never give up though the road seems tough Wait a day until you wade past that stuff Don't feel low that you haven't won Today you might not be that one
Isn'T It Love?
Isn't it love when our knees tremble Gazing each other from a distance. Isn't it love when butterflies flutter In our stomach in others' presence.
The Witty Mother Cat
The witty mother cat galloped everywhere Everywhere and Anywhere Just to feed her kittens' hungry tummies For yummy food they dream, at times!
Two Thousand And Twelve (2012)
It is an acrostic poem - 'Two Thousand And Twelve'(2012) ! Two more minutes to say-' Happy New Year 2012' Welcoming my friends with a bouquet
The Land Of Peace
When my life was a hue and cry, When my sorrows had no end Where there wasn't a place where happiness could be spent Where my thoughts and desires couldn't cope up,
Very few are the possessions that live for me, Not humans, not animals, not birds But a slight miniature pencil Which I've saved for years,
A Room During Exams
You will not believe this: The uniform peeping out of the cupboard Giving way for the cockroach to tread past the wardrobe. The drapes shut on one side and undone on another,
Nurturing Home Eyes
Exams over, friends dissolved and school also told bye, Holidays commence; time to wander and to fly. The first day of holiday-I woke up like an early bird, Mom preparing stuff for breakfast,
An Ode To Tenth
Days that were, perhaps at the pinnacle of glory, Years which were, lively and quickly, Months that were, peaceful and brightly Are no-where in locality,
Brightness approached when I sprinted towards you- Studies reached its pinnacle when I touched you; Speech was of holistic turns, Yet, Relax, relax were the terms.
Ode To The Watermelon
Watermelon, Oh! Watermelon, Please come and fall on, Cucurbitaceae family, you belong, Nile Valley, you look-on!
Middle Is Unable!
I have a brother who is the first, I have a brother who is the last. I am a girl who is in the middle, Always accompanied by a riddle!
All our heads high from entry, It was all fantastic with poetry. Something without distraction, It was all enhanced by our attention.
Happy days have turned sorrow Broad roads have become narrow. Peace fled its way to the desert sand Great people have left their fortunes in the land.
Very few are the possessions that live for me,
Not humans, not animals, not birds
But a slight miniature pencil
Which I've saved for years,
Innocently with tears…
Neither my hand, nor my mind did think of it,
Until it shadowed me day and night.
Seldom did I know I used it,