A deep thinker, currently trying to figure out the purpose of living, contemplating on the happenings of life, deriving meaning out of what seems to be meaningless and making note of what I have to achieve before I die!
On the wings of Poetry I fly high... Hopeful and inspired! Without it I lay like a person alive, yet not so!
Blog: http: //artihonrao.blogspot.com
Site: http: //www.anshu.faithweb.com
Recently I have created a forum for poets/writers to come together and share their work...
http: //artihonrao.conforums.com
Let me tell you all, a story
of father and son
who lived happily
before the conflicts begun
...
He entered the room, His eyes full of pain
To tell his wife the news,
He would have to go through the trauma again
...
I know you more than you think I know
I see even that which you do not want to show
I see the tear behind the smiling face
I see the confusion behind the composed gaze
...
She needed money to feed her child,
He needed a woman to satisfy his emotions wild,
They came together in union not meant to be,
He would go his own way and so would she,
...
Those sweet memories still linger in my mind
The chain of mountains, The birds singing their song,
The outspread meadows...
And the river that runs through it!
...