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
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...
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.
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
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-
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,
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.