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
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.
Have faith! But not to touch it Not to hold it like I hold this pen- Just have faith- Even amidst the treason
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
The Sun And The Poet
'Like an unsung warrior I tread across the earth From one country to another Spreading light sans mirth
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.
Sand In My Hand
As if I'm trying To hold Sand in my hand
Its not always trekking up, Even treading down is thrilling. Its not always the height that appeals, Depths have their own charms.
I put on such a tough stand- But that is all shattered inside. Like that ragged livery Patched up with embroidery
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
Leave Me A Vacant House
Leave me a vacant House With shut windows and closed gate Knock me not, don't open my arms, To leave them open in forever wait.
Memories - By A Rose
After years of imprisonment, I am seeing light for a while Gratitude! O! Memories of her lover I'm led out to be given a smile.
Sometimes there is so much loneliness Even amidst a crowd of comrades That strangers to me they all seem Amusingly doubtful, skeptical and uneasy
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
Searching for the eyes Who could read What am I going through.
Its not always trekking up,
Even treading down is thrilling.
Its not always the height that appeals,
Depths have their own charms.
Braving that force of earth is daring
But living at the mercy of it... even more courageous,
So if you wonderin at that sky kissing mountain,
This astounding waterfall stupefies me