Biography of NEETHA SASIDHARAN
An obstinate, but a wee damsel.
My talkativeness make others smell
my scent & reach me...
I don't believe in 'Early bird catches worms'
And rushing lately to school are my norms...
NEETHA SASIDHARAN's Works:
I HAVE BEEN PLANNING TO WRITE ONE BOOK FOR THE LAST 3 YEARS, BUT NOTHING COMES TO MY MIND WHEN I SIT TO WRITE.
NEETHA SASIDHARAN Poems
A Cake's Death At A B'Day Party!
No sooner than I was born Iam sent to a slaughterhouse. Oh! I can see death's horns somewhere in a B'day house.
How I Proposed.......
I rehearsed, practised... even my mirror seems confused. Should i bent my knees n sing or just take out the ring? ? ? ?
Goodbye To 2011! ! ! ! ! ! !
it is really a hard time when you go away, for you gave me so many things which were really wonderful...
Your B'day - the happiest day that's when you are gay. Sigh! ! 'I'm older' you say.
seasons always comes my way and all makes me gay.. some makes me scorchy and yet others wetty..
At His Tombstone....
hello ma.... i knew u would be here and kick off those tears
My Heroine Mom!
Yes! She is my heroine mom She is my heroine mom. Who led me through the right path
My Memory Speaks..........
The world changes as the needles hit each digits in my watch. My heart too keeps pace with it n from it numerous dreams hatch.
The Changing World
Without tensions, without worries, it lay under the ground as if in a mom's womb.
The Wiper Of My Sorrows
Brimming with sorrows In a mawkish way I loitered through the narrow path to exhume my day.
Slumber - No Its A Monster!
To be a baby once again For now I fell so insane. Biology is a real topsy-turvy, History seems like a mystery.
We are going for tour without any rule. We will be going at morn without any snore.
Sunken with sorrow In a mawkish way, I used to loiter through the narrow paths, to exhume my days.
Nothing Is A Fair
here, nothing is fair. fair things are rare. quoting some that hit, me, would perfectly fit.
Sunken with sorrow
In a mawkish way,
I used to loiter through the narrow
paths, to exhume my days.
Those were the gone days......
I was not staunch,