Gita Ashok


Gita Ashok Poems

1. I Am Escherichia Coli 3/26/2010
2. Pollution Ills 3/27/2010
3. Sunset 5/25/2010
4. Time 6/1/2010
5. Life's Innumerable Blessings 6/1/2010
6. The Internet 6/3/2010
7. Let Your Word Be Your Wand 6/4/2010
8. The Pickle 6/4/2010
9. Time Versus Man 6/6/2010
10. Monsoon Is Here Again 6/9/2010
11. The Caesalpinia Tree 6/9/2010
12. Savour The Fruit Of The Season 6/11/2010
13. Then And Now 6/15/2010
14. So Many... 6/24/2010
15. Living In An E-Age 6/29/2010
16. Leaves 6/29/2010
17. Myriad Moods Of The Human Mind 7/9/2010
18. Hope And Faith 7/13/2010
19. Once Upon A Time... 7/29/2010
20. Confessions Of A Blogaholic 7/30/2010
21. Our Little Orange Sapling 8/3/2010
22. My First Haiku 8/4/2010
23. Frog And Tortoise: A Haiku 8/4/2010
24. Twilight 9/28/2010
25. Wayanad - Truly A Paradise 4/6/2011
26. Ladakh – A Heaven On Earth 6/22/2010
27. Path To Success 6/9/2010
28. Music – The Elixir Of Life 6/11/2010
29. Niagara Falls: A Haiku 8/4/2010
30. Poetry Is Everywhere 6/9/2010
31. Things Will Never Be The Same Again 6/10/2010
32. Sprout 7/27/2010
33. Flicker Of Hope 7/27/2010
34. Drunk Driving 6/24/2010
35. We Are All Co-Travellers In The Same Train 6/23/2010
36. Every Right To Complain 6/15/2010
37. This One Shall Pass Too 6/9/2010
38. Life As I See It In A Park 5/18/2010
39. Living And Dying 5/20/2010
40. The Journey Of Life 3/30/2010

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Candyfloss

Whenever we go
to an amusement park or fair,
I’m eagerly on the lookout
for the candyfloss sold there.

The light pink candyfloss –
I just can’t stop marveling
at how skillfully it’s made
to look like a pink fluffy cloud at sunset.

I’ve always been wanting
to touch a soft fluffy cloud
and candyfloss is truly
a good substitute for a cloud.

I love the blissful feel of it
in my mouth where -
it melts within moments
into sweet nothingness.

Whenever I eat candyfloss,
I hope I can freeze time and make it last –
But Alas! ...

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Examination

This poem reflects the sentiments of a typical student in high school struggling while preparing for his final examination.

When it's time for examination,
my mind is filled with apprehension
regarding problems on integration
and the theory of approximation.

When I'm studying reflection and refraction,
outside on the street, there's a lot of commotion:

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