Biography of Anjali Mandokhot
poems are my best friends....
I am an electronics and communication engineer,
worked for tcs for a while
and now i am associated with Bharat Heavy Electricals Limited....I ave always been in love with poetry...its been a part of my existence
..further i love nature and personification is something i enjoy most....i see them all alive, full of life and emotions jus like me.....i luv to capture their beauty in photographs...and words...
i ave found friends in poetry....i express myself thru it....'solitary reaper' is a poem dat touches me d most, for like me, she sings in her own world oblivious of d world around....''a fairytale' written by me sums up my comraderie with poetry......i love to read others poems too.
they give me the solace that i find nowhere....
Anjali Mandokhot Poems
Leaves Never Show Off
Like sentries around a proud prince Brave, yet humble subordinate As youthful and as handsome Destined but to a commoner's fate.
Sometimes there is so much loneliness Even amidst a crowd of comrades That strangers to me they all seem Amusingly doubtful, skeptical and uneasy
Have you ever seen that beautiful dame? Oh! You must be pondering what's her name She's called Twilight, from East she came And everyday she comes from the country same
In the tender years she crept in life When the mind was like the wet soil, Ready to be impressioned and dried. My untouched cogency, she did ripple and roil.
The Sun And The Poet
'Like an unsung warrior I tread across the earth From one country to another Spreading light sans mirth
You Can Only See What I'Ll Show
You can see only what I'll show You can see only whatI'll show Yet people claim they know me inside
The First Sketch
It started with a scratch on paper That itself came out of a dot, Going on, to a curve like a smile And a glimpse of her face, I caught.
Searching for the eyes Who could read What am I going through.
Sand In My Hand
As if I'm trying To hold Sand in my hand
Road And I
When I started, The road challenged me, The length of it, rebuked me.
Life? -Nay Not Sans Thee
Sometime ago, behind the mountain there yonder A man had a farmhouse in that beautiful dale Where lived many animals above ground and under And in a pond there, ducks did sail
Two Traitors On Every Face
Ho! There. Be careful There's some treason in your look No not one- instead two Notice of them? No one took
Have faith! But not to touch it Not to hold it like I hold this pen- Just have faith- Even amidst the treason
Its not always trekking up, Even treading down is thrilling. Its not always the height that appeals, Depths have their own charms.
Have you ever seen that beautiful dame?
Oh! You must be pondering what's her name
She's called Twilight, from East she came
And everyday she comes from the country same
She comes when the world is sound asleep
So, first her grey blue eyes give a peep
Then swiftly on the starry floor she does creep
That's when you can see her in crimson deep