Biography of Arti Chopra
I was born in Jammu in the beautiful state of Jammu and Kashmir.I had my college education in Delhi whereafter I got married and became a primary teacher.
I started writing poetry as a hobby while posted to different places in India, but took it up more seriously, when I had more time on my hands posted in the beautiful country Turkey.
The scenic beauty of Kasmir and Turkey always have been my underlying motivation to write about the beauties of nature.
Nothing moves me more than Nature in all its glory and my poetry seeks to crystallize my admiration in words.
I thank God for being so kind in bestowing me this gift, whereas I can express my feelings to the best of my ability
Arti Chopra Poems
Beauty In Nature
Theres a poem in every flower, a sonnet in every tree, a tale in every lifetime its just for you to see...
Family Reunion....A Thanksgiving Prayer
the house is almost full, the rooms abound with chatter, little feet are pattering away finally, the time that does matter,
My Sunshine......(To My Daughter)
my sunshine, came to me on a day that it poured with rain, a little bundle so beautiful, so defenseless,
memories of childhood... such a wonderful, hazy, warm feeling, special memories, filled with love come welling up, and send my senses reeling,
what would life be without friends? they are truly a gift, that God sends, helps to make life full of song, when you have a friend to sing along.
What Is Beauty
beauty they say is being fair of face beauty is unexplainable its everywhere, at everyplace
Im Proud To Be An Indian
Ive travelled many countries met people white, black, yellow and brown Ive seen several beautiful locales but my India wins the crown....
Dont Look Back
dont look back, at the memories that haunt, the painful truth, so dark and so gaunt
Addvice To A Battered Wife
of all the hateful things in the world, one is surely liquor, makes families fight and couples bicker.
Its Darkest Before Dawn
its darkest before dawn so remember when you are driven to the depths of despair
I stare into the fire it signifies my desire leaping creeping and all red flames,
Look Into My Eyes
look into my eyes, and you will see the love I have for you, it pours out,
when you are sad and weary, and nothing give you peace, just close your eyes, and think of Him,
The City That Never Sleeps
Tall, concrete, shining monstrosities thrusting their way to the sky, soaring, competing with the few lonely birds,
thoughts swirl around,
in my mind, like a friend,
whos always there,
sometimes calm and placid,
like a lake on who's suface
not a ripple is even there,
sometimes chaotic, like a sea
angry, rough, dark and wild