Biography of ajith patnaik
am ajith from india. am 17yrs old. abt me...well...i dont think there's anything too amusing abt me except the fact that i love expressing and penning down my thoughts.i sing and compose songs. i also LOVE playing my instrument(harmonica also called as mouth organ) am tryin to learn guitar which obviously is turnin out to be a disaster and i'll just DIE for physics more....? i love my parents esp my dad and ofcourse! my lovely mom. i admire my bro sujith who has always been a part of my life.i dedicate all my poems to my d my family, my buddy niranjan and ofcourse my childhood english teacher-sudha mam
ajith patnaik Poems
A Child Taught Me
i get up every day remembering nothing except the memory of being happy the joy of seeing a flower and admiring its beauty.
'The Nightingale Sang Too Early'
(this poem provides a right mesage which respects the fact that 'u should wait for the right time to strike') a nightingale sang too early it thought the shiny blanket of snow
I Me And Myself
i never imagined that it'll be so tough as am all alone here right now something went wrong i dont know how i thought we had the truest love
'Despair Of My Dreams'
I see u everyday in my dream, 'lost' in the shallowy depths of imagination. i try my best not too scream, as my heart had known nothin but elation.
this frustration that dwells in me, its very hard for people to see. long back i know who i was, am now roaming without a cause.
in my dreams in my sleep you are what i see, in my memories you're the one who's there for eternity. i believe that you are someone that i will never leave to be with u and live with u is my greatest fantacy
Now Feel Incomplete
i realize the person i was and perhaps am unable to distinguish between fantasies and reality pushed you with my hands into a sea of grief never anchoring myself to stop and help you up
Till The End
i now look at the sky and say that i'll surely live another day to tell my story and show the world
Y Do U Write Poems?
hi there people i just had doubt, what exactly is poetry all about? language's gotta be good, lines gotta rhyme? reading poems as far as i know is a waste of time
for every dropp you shed, i feel as if drops of acid are gently dropped over my heart. it burns with pain,
'grow silently' says a plant'. flourish while u grow' is the inner meaning of it. where there lies a defeat, there we hear a silent sound marking the traces of victory.
before me does she stand like a watery angel. everthing, did i forget about myself. i was immersed and drowned in her magic.
all the oceans became waves of tears in my eyes. all the deserts became vapours of frustration in my heart. where ever i stay why am i not with you? it is you that my soul repeatedly asks for.
this frustration that dwells in me,
its very hard for people to see.
long back i know who i was,
am now roaming without a cause.
i feel now very strange,
as people tell me that i did change.
i get tears when i sleep,
these sad feelings are jut too deep.
this character i see i cant play,