Biography of Aditi Magotra
Aditi Magotra Poems
A Wonderful Place Called- World.
'Wonder World', a wonderful place to live. Wander and unfurl each and every instance without a sniff. This world is a wonderful place But only on the outer face.
The Fear Of Seen
Trapped in stony core of egotism, How to get out of it? How to face realism? The moment I reach a portal of hope
'He' -The Master Of Worldly Maelstroms
To move with a rustle was all set in his thoughts, He wanted to prove something And emerge out of russet dark. He appeared like a scamp
In The Sky
Perching pigeons, flying sandpipers, Sky is covered in cloud's mist, My eyes are harmless snipers
Here I stand in the world of known, Timid, shy, unknown, Striving for the best to fall in the category of renowned Known.
It's not lewd to get lost in the ambiguity of understanding ambrosial souls. Dream is victimized by passion, turning the condition worse then that of foes.
Unwanted commotion is ceasing the imagination of my mind, Have to travel back in dread of known And still eager to rewind. Ah! Unison of waters in wolfish eyes
Miscalculated the unraveling hours of time, misunderstood thy miraculous signs. Baffled, almost sacked in parochialism, Thy person is infinitely inescapable.
When the whole world appears inferno, When there is everything to tackle, to know; When a belligerent denies your abilities And charges you with absurd vulnerabilities,
Tears have an erudite language That mouth can't speak. Tears are sometimes outcome of rage, Making the package lean and weak.
It's not lewd to get lost in the ambiguity
of understanding ambrosial souls.
Dream is victimized by passion,
turning the condition worse then that of foes.
Foul play is all set on mind
Exhortation is left far-far behind.
Stringent dictum appears absolutely fine,
Unless the mind is dawned upon by the
realization and mortal's sign.