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bakuli bhakali
[bhakuli bakali] (14/12/1986 / assam)
Biography of bakuli bhakali
I’m an amateur poet love writing and reading poetry with my limited experience and exposure to the world. My love for poetry isn’t a sudden discovery. I loved it since my childhood. Although! My earliest interest was in poems written in my mother tongue. Later it shifted to English poems.
I belong to Assam, a north-eastern state of India. I grew up in a rural household and did my schooling in Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Lakhimpur. After passing out I majored in English literature and completed my BA from Lakhimpur Girls College, Lakhimpur in 2008. Then, I moved to Guwahati and joined prestigious Cotton College for my masters in English literature. But I did not complete the course. After marriage along my husband, I moved to Vishakhapatnam. It is from Andhra University, Vishakhapatnam I completed my Masters in 2012 in English language and literature. I must mention while doing MA I received endless support from my husband, professors and friends of Andhra University. They were the moments I can never ever forget. After that, we moved to Jamnagar, Gujarat. There, I did my B.Ed. in 2013. In 2014, I joined KV2, INF lines as contractual PGT English. I worked there for 6 months. In March 2015, we moved to Port Blair, Andaman and I joined a local KV. But here too I did not work long. Presently, I’m a housewife.
I like all forms of poetry. Although, I believe poetry is the untamed language of our heart, that one can’t frame in a definite metre, or one cannot even measure it in scale. It has its own flow and rhythm. We can just follow it to its destination.
I love both modern and classical poems.
bakuli bhakali Poems
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When People Die
How people actually feel when they die? ? Where do they go? what do they do? I want to know but how? -
Please! Don'T Look At Me Like A Strange...
Please! don't look at me like a stranger I fear... I may lose everything familiar... -
Beloved's Betrayal
Bring rain, Green grain. Restless ride, Beautiful bride. -
How It Feels To Be Wife
You may treat me As you like. I'm your so called wife. -
Birth Of A Changed Morning
There's a woman in me. She's pregnant. Pregnant of some poignant thoughts. -
Midnight Poems
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Bad Guys Always
I'm not the bad guy you think If I say that You won't believe it now And I can't say it how -
When He Said He Loved Me
When he said he loved me I made the sketches On my journal Of little fishes swimming in the stream -
Guilt
Each time I pick up those dirty plates I see the leftovers And I remember the boy Digging the dingy box -
O Mother! No More Fairy Tales Please!
O mother! No more fairy tales, please! I don’t want to consume my entire life In the delusion of prince charming When- -
The Nameless
Seen or unseen Heard or unheard That doesn’t matter The beauty is beauty -
A Letter From The Unborn
Dear... (I still don’t know if I may use this word 'dear'? ! As I’m no more dear to you Nor will I ever be, -
In The Dark I See No Evil
In the dark I see no evil Nothing to blame No mystery to reveal -
My Shadow And Me
I had a shadow. Ya, a shadow. That accompanied me since morning! A shadow, that followed me even in my lonely ways,
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My Shadow And Me
I had a shadow.
Ya, a shadow.
That accompanied me since morning!
A shadow, that followed me even in my lonely ways,
Home, Office, Market..
Bathroom, kitchen, Bedroom...
Wherever I go....
It was by my side.
A shadow,
