Biography of Azitej Anand
Mr. Anand from India is a poet and a play writer. Deep rooted in Indian customs and traditions, Mr. Anand wrote many poems and a play " Hard knocks of love" . As being of 26 year old he has been working hard to renovate the essence of new world by the spark of fecund mind. His poetry luminates several themes and concepts and a play embarks a true sister love and is fabricated on the frail floss of economic paralyze of family due to severe heart rendering disease of cancer.
Azitej Anand's Works:
Renovation Is My Aim,
Hard Knocks Of Love,
Azitej Anand Poems
Candle light; weeps to furnish, The transparency veil; that adds lusture; Candle overlapped by white customs; Ah! Standing there at middle joins the lovers:
Miss You Dad!
Dad, Your forefinger, pointed towards Moon, By how, you introduced your love, to me; Whenever, there was rain, you always kept, your hands above me;
I was asleep lying on the floor, And adorned with lovely flowers; Peculiar things were there, When with a core heart they bathed me in a blessing showers:
How cute are our names, That begin with the same alphabet by big O(Orphans) : Belongs to same Mom And same Dad:
Road as slippery as glass Lives on engines with two or four tyres Pacing bloody wars!
Sufi - 'standing On The Verge'
I grasp an illuminating dream oh! my reader... In which I am the loving beam..
An Umbrella Girl
An Umbrella Girl by Azitej Anand An Umbrella, in little perky hands; Twinkling eyes, in search of native lands.
Inventions and discoveries are, Child of human lofty intellectualism; My arms are floating on, to grasp emotions:
Parallel Worlds Sometime Merge
Parallelism between the two worlds exist The world of us and the world that runs parallel......... Nature still embraces unexplored facts Soul still an unexplained element
A Tale Of Heart
In the market of terms; In the shops of fire, I am Heart With my wife named 'Desire'.
Ode To Pebble
Faint sun rays; that, soothes my curved shape: Lad, that touches me gently; Imparts on me everlasting rays.
Nature casts me on surface Better than God created face.... Colors posses this world
Hands! My Hands
Oh! Mighty hands empower me Serene parting, engraving me for world glee........ Up most soul with diamond finger, Mold me in golden creature!
Fantasy Fictious Bet!
A fantasy bet of skies beauty, Shows Moon's arrogancy for aesthetic fame; Stars with silk light, Joins the fame of moon's beauty game:
Grab seven faces that kisses the lord.
Seven fame rainbow possess;
Flying birds in its illumination chase;
Bid morning to us;