Biography of Ravinder Malhotra
Have been expressing in English, Hindi, Urdu and Punjabi for the last 40 years.
Studied mathematics to be an astrophysicist but fate had other plans. Live and work in New Delhi. Founded 'Poets of Delhi' - a platform for young and old poets, in 2008. Invited to read at various venues - India Habitat Centre, India International Centre, Residence of the Ambassador of Serbia, Portugese, French & Russian Cultural Centres, Kamla Nehru College, Sirifort Auditorium, American Centre etc among others.
Presently working on translating 'Gitanjali' into classical English verse.
Other interests: Amateur pianist, painter, documentary film maker, art collector, environmentalist
Ravinder Malhotra's Works:
2006: Life's Echo
Venue: India Habitat Centre
Ravinder Malhotra Poems
Sir. Md. Iqbal Revisited...Saare Jahan S...
Saare jahan se aacha Hindustan humara Na bijli hai na paani Ye gulistan humara
A College Going Daughter's Prayer
Lord put money in my bank And I shall call and earnestly thank Ma who pestered Pa to bend To her whims and bitterly end
But They Were All Just Lies..
He always said he'd love me Forever it was I Someone very special I never questioned why
The Rose I Loved
A crimson bloom amongst the buds It’s magic hue caught my eye A pretty rose yet untouched Under the open sky
60 Years After Independence... The Reali...
Tamaam umr maayusiyon ka kaafila raha Jeene ka hans ke phir bhi hausla raha Kabhi kisi ki jeet pe kabhi kisi ki haar pe
The 100 Poets Nite At Siri Fort Auditori...
I am furious, numb and sore my dear For this 'nite' I can only shed a tear Saw two fools trying to test Who’s the bigger and the best
'The essence of poetry' said Robert Frost 'Is that in translation which gets lost' But yowlers to this pay no heed Raw words to them is poetry indeed
Happy New Year
H ere are my wishes for you my friends A s 2009 finally ends P ray you be happy and ever gain P lenty of Love to ever remain
Poetry & Prose
If I would write a poem Be it on a rose, It would rhyme gently And would not read as prose
Out in the cold on X’Mas eve Under a winter sky, To save her daughter born today She must somehow try
The Rose I Loved
A crimson bloom amongst the buds
It’s magic hue caught my eye
A pretty rose yet untouched
Under the open sky
Silently played the hand of fate
Smote my hand, my luck
For while I nursed the prick of thorns
Else the rose did pluck