Namratha Swamy Poems
|1.||In My Songs!||2/5/2017|
|2.||My Affair With Death!||2/6/2017|
|3.||Do All That Love Advises!||2/7/2017|
|9.||A Moment To Be Still!||2/14/2017|
|12.||I Will Let Her Play!||3/7/2017|
|13.||Doors Of Life!||3/9/2017|
|15.||Dancing To His Tunes!||5/16/2017|
|16.||New Year's March!||5/16/2017|
|17.||The Sea Of Life!||6/13/2017|
|20.||O! Lord Of The Night!||7/20/2017|
|21.||What We Miss!||11/10/2017|
|22.||I Finally Heal!||11/14/2017|
|23.||A Little Bird's Nest!||2/18/2017|
|26.||In Your Eyes!||2/19/2017|
|27.||Basking In The Morning Sun!||2/14/2017|
Comments about Namratha Swamy
On the sand blown shore I eagerly wait
with folded hands challenging my fate
for my sailor who went by that grave day
into the roaring sea far far away.
Winds blow hard to immerse my destiny
tides rise high to twist my scrutiny
yet I wait for my heart to reap its sow
tears of joy or sorrow, time will show
I've trained my mind to stay off haste
I've delayed the things off its pace
I stand in earnest amid the eternal ways
raving against time and fate's cruel sway.
Like the ever-present waters draws its own
through the springs and brooks ...
In My Songs!
I sing of love in so sweet a strain
that hearts most unyielding soften by the refrain
and the blushing girls who readily subscribe
feel their souls tingle with a delightful vibe.
Quaintly do my haunted songs explain
those little secret that in love proliferate-
not the hardihood at length which conquest coronate,
or the slow consent to feigned anger to coy disdain ornate,