Aniruddha Pathak

Rookie - 289 Points (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

Aniruddha Pathak Poems

81. All Nature Seems To While And Wait 10/28/2012
82. When Birds In Distress Call 11/18/2012
83. If Bodies Of Their Own Heal 11/18/2012
84. Fading Shine Of Faith 11/18/2012
85. Brevity Binds My Spirit To Uplift 11/18/2012
86. Who Passeth There? 11/18/2012
87. Heart More Often Than Head 11/18/2012
88. In Zen 11/18/2012
89. Beware, We Are Touchy 11/18/2012
90. Of Banyan Trees And River Banks 11/18/2012
91. Relativity 11/18/2012
92. Thank Hell That Heaven's Sweet 11/18/2012
93. The Scare-Crow's Wondering Aloud 11/18/2012
94. To My Mind 12/18/2012
95. The Tree Born Off A Border Pillar 12/18/2012
96. The Secret Of Mona Lisa 12/18/2012
97. When The Heart Is Young 12/18/2012
98. Boot Polish, Ego Maalish1 12/18/2012
99. Portable Now Spells Everything 12/18/2012
100. Man Alone Mourns Death 12/18/2012
101. Sedition, A Child Born In Doubt 12/19/2012
102. Pray Let Her Breathe On A New Shore 12/18/2012
103. To Feel Weak Is Thine Own Past Sin 12/19/2012
104. The March Of Times 12/19/2012
105. A Merry Heart Is Much-Honed Art 12/19/2012
106. Mutating Morals 12/19/2012
107. My Mind Is A Wild Wood 12/19/2012
108. The Mind A Dancer Is On Stage 12/19/2012
109. I Am Silent Awareness 12/19/2012
110. The New India I Never Knew 12/19/2012
111. If I Can'T 1/5/2013
112. Fear Dwells In Frightened Skin 1/5/2013
113. A Loo Ere Ye Woo 1/5/2013
114. A Bud That Blossoms Late 1/5/2013
115. Twenty One Harvest Moons 1/5/2013
116. The River Of Woes 1/5/2013
117. Survival Is Enough Mercy 1/5/2013
118. It Is Mind, If You Mind Not 1/5/2013
119. Happiness: Seek Not, Dig It Out 1/5/2013
120. A Day Of Prayer And Homage In Name 1/5/2013
Best Poem of Aniruddha Pathak

The Joy Of Giving

Be it no more than a glass of water,
A living walking stick played by daughter,
Care and concern, warm smile, none too hotter;

Or quality time spent with someone old,
Blanket’s warm fold in times forlorn and cold,
In times of need a ready shoulder-hold;

A pair of sleepers to feet walking bare,
Not in loud charity to show you care,
Heart-born feelings when show above false air.

Anything given short of counting ways,
Given to brighten up needy heart’s greys,
To lighten load that too heavily weighs.

Give it ...

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Footprints Upon My Sands

Man as in poor image of God is made,
His footprints of acts scarce to my heart reach;
History may have recorded his work,
I need no such printed prints him to know.
I can hear and feel him walking ‘pon me;
Let me wait till that wave rises from sea
Erasing wrinkles off my body’s skin;
And if that tide, always a ready friend,
Whilst receding back to the heart of sea,

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