Biography of rinki nandy
'FEMALE'.writing inspires, write what goes on around me things which disturb and fascinate me.
rinki nandy's Works:
nah not yet......i wish though.....there would be my name some day. i got plans and stories...someday...yeah..
rinki nandy Poems
*** On The Beach
Please don't tie me up in a relation, please don't ask me silly questions, please don't take away me freedom, please don't sweet talk,
A face so innocent i have never seen, see a wait in them, with eyes so keen, lips forming a curve with no sheen, shows a world, i have never been.
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,
Am I Too Big For A Life?
I grew up knowing i am different and i am special, i grew up paying rent and to strive is my battle. I was the best after a long time,
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,
caged in office with stupid mad people around, enraged emotions out of the search are found, lives wasted and rooted in the chain of money, no one bothers as long as someone calls honey,
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,
Amazed Your capability to think indirectly amazes me, the ability to twist things around amazes me,
Dark she looked in the pursuit of light, someone told her she ain't worth a fight. Crazy she appeared in the shadow of the unknown, restless is her mind in the company of the fearful,
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,
Love Is Vengeance
She had steel in her eyes, stared blankly at the man she loved, handsome, gentle and a mischievous twinkle in those familiar eyes, he looked happy, same as the way she knew him, strange was the picture of a different woman with him,
Anyway Your age doesn't matter, they would shoot you anyway, you could be pelting stones and they would answer with a bullet anyway,
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?
Cigarette i put you to my lips like i want to kiss you, your smoke fills my mouth with ease,
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