Biography of Mamta Agarwal
I have done my masters in English Literature.Subsequently taught at the undergraduate level for a few years. later joined a publishing house and worked as an editor for a few years. for the last 20 years have been working as a free lance writer.i write on variety of subjects.they range from mundane to spiritual, nature, modern life, society, God and holistic living.i enjoy reading, writing.travelling, watching movies, meeting people, cooking., gardening and listening to music.
I am a journalist for the last 25 years and I have published articles and poems in magazines and in two anthologies 'Now and Here - Contemporary Poetry of Delhi' and 'Poet's International Anthology 2007'
Mamta Agarwal's Works:
Careers in Hotel Management
art of paragraph writing
quotations for happiness
articles and poems in magazines and journals
NOW AND HERE- AN ANTHOLOGY - CONTEMPORARY POETRY OF DELHI
POET'S INTERNATIONAL- ANTHOLOGY 2007
Mamta Agarwal Poems
! ! ! ! Celebrating Women's Day! ! ! ! !
When God sat down to make a woman He gave her empathy love and compassion, By the time he finished with her He had no more left for the man.
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A Unequall...
Edges of fluffy clouds are tinted pink As Sun sets and Portulacca folds its lips. Taking Nature’s cue, I slow down my pace. Go back home to the rhythm of my breath.
! ! ! ! Poetry, Mathematics And Distress...
Poetry turns into jugglery, As I struggle with counting syllables To meet the demands of structure- Haiku, iambic pentameter,
# In A Reflective Mood
Life has no gurantees... Mind has no boundaries... Love has no expiry date....
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A Light Drizzle Is A...
Just love me from afar, See how I flourish Too up, close and personal I have seen it perish,
# A Taste Of Life-Haiku
! ! ! ! A Split And A Heart Break! ! ! ...
Playing on the flute, gently holding the instrument Eyes half closed, in a trance or a kind of enchantment. Oblivious to the presence of all loved ones around Perhaps in conversation with someone lost, not found.
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Somethin...
Am being sent to, sent to A fine finishing school For a refresher course for a refresher course
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Heaving a sigh Of great relief; With reverence I tied my manuscript
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Monsoon At Peak! !...
Monsoon at peak I hear a monologue- Rain speaks…
Yes, we are estranged, But now I have no complaints. You want to make amends
! ! ! ! Dead Or Alive...Haiku! ! ! !
! ! ! ! Games Time Plays- Tanka! ! ! ! !
Bones ache, sleep evades… Oh, grandfather clock strikes twelve; Someone snores next door. Its same time, but different strokes
# Conspicuous By Its Absence
While tending to the garden one balmy November, Helping my mother wash the leaves of the dust, And gently cut off the dead branches and flowers, Spraying the ones still seeming bright and robust…
What is the world coming to?
Though carrying weapons is taboo
Children are happy totting the gun,
Whether to settle scores or just for fun.
When did innocence get lost and things changed?
It some how seems shocking and strange.
Too much T V, films is the reason
Reason elders for this violence and aggression.