Biography of rinki nandy
'FEMALE'.writing inspires, write what goes on around me things which disturb and fascinate me.
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nah not yet......i wish though.....there would be my name some day. i got plans and stories...someday...yeah..
rinki nandy Poems
Curse the day i am denied a glimpse of you, hate people who talk bad about you, bless the day God blessed me with you, life would be worthless without you,
she got up from sleep to share a bed, memories are blurry and the guilt not shared, such an happening is not exclusively rared, they would have known if they only cared.
I bring humor in their lives, cause them superior and their smiles, i tell them them i got only four, lead them to a laughter with uproar,
I can't explain what sorrow i felt if was denied a show on your face, how devastating it was for me to go through the pain of denial, how wonderful you were was all i thought every time i watched you, all the while with me....like my best friend,
I saw you in my dream today, you looked so close and yet so far, you were looking so sweet and lovable, your mouth so inviting and kissable, the illusion so real that i could feel you lying next to me,
Strong is the lust of the eyes laid, you are the lady and i am your maid, real is your glow when applied smear, steal the show when expenses i bear,
Got a name? , you are lazy and lame, when advertised you bring fame, coz of you this mind plays a dirty game,
Useless and awful, Far away from beautiful, Not a friend, not a foe, Minding my life and my woe,
Tell me please why do i have to live you if there ain't a reason to carry on, show me please the way to live you with content only because i am surviving, why is it that sorrow is more than joy? , why there are so many reasons to cry?
Lost i am when i don't have you by my side, i owe myself to you and this life, i know there exits God and it sure is in you, i am so blessed to have you in my life, wish i don't live to see you gone, wish i am there for you when you are alone. Lost is my pain when a see your pretty face, i see no gain in striving without a smile on that face,
You gonna stop staring or not? some thing's gonna be starting or not? You stood so close, my eyes did close, i stopped breathing as your warm breath melted me, the look in your eyes rested me, you stand so tall and your long hands....i wanna wrap them around me,
Like An Idiot
Spend my time everyday, sitting idle like an idiot, lend my ears everyday, listening about Romeo and Juliet, facing the computer, pretending busy, wasting time wondering “what a waste! ”.
They mirror you to the world, they are glossy, like two tiny saucers with emotions spilled on them, i see a search in them, a restlessness.....are happy but not satisfied, always searching......searching for something you know not.
Michael Joseph Jackson was born on 29th August 1958. He was only five years old and was learning 'abc' when he started singing. God created magic in the form of Michael Jackson, i still 'remember the time' when Michael moonwalked for the first time in the year 1983 as his body appeared 'unbreakable”. His style, his dance, his music made his fans 'scream' and ask him 'will you be there? '.
They are crying always, unhappy with the situation.......with where they are...with what they are doing,
complaining and whining about the world....
waiting for a fairy godmother to make a change.....to take the responsibility...to undo the wrong deed
to clean their self created mess.....also take the credit for the entire ordeal.
No one wishes to be corrected.....and no one cares....
nothing makes an impact anymore....nothing left to talk anymore....nothing useful anymore,
all is left