Biography of ritty patnaik
I am RittyPatnaik, married for thirty five years
to a ex fighter pilot of I.A.F.iI have a son and daughter, both happily married and settled.
about me my world revolves round my family....love my family and everything else is an extension of it!
spirituality, in nature inspires me to write few words, about what i see and feel in my daily life.love to read poems, and sometimes venture to write few words.i have a diary of happiness, in which i write about every fleeting moment of joy i can capture!
I am a painter of flowers and garden.cooking and needle work is also my hobby.mypassion for poetry dominates all! love music too, from western classics, to our very own gazals...the mood swings! a whole day is just not enough for me! i hope to finish all ihave planned in this life time!
ritty patnaik's Works:
ritty patnaik Poems
A Child Beggar
a girl child, begging in the rain, thinks of herself as a princess
A Dark Dark Night
night is a un explained song, when my dreams let me venture out and cross the darkened borders.
a dot of affection, is like a wave in the heart!
Social Evils.......Child Labour
labour of innocense sweat and tears, in unknown home, a hotel boy, a farm hand,
A Day, Alifetime
the ice plant, slowly unfolds with the first morning rays. myraid shades of pink,
A Nameless Poem
how can i explain the silence written in the sky, is the poetry of your eyes.. words cannot be held,
A Guiding Star
directionless i wonder, what is to become of me, a insecure dot,
A Quick Surrender
timelessness of a moment of joy in the mind, can remain as a epitome of happiness
a poem born from emotion, bred by passion mastered by knowledge
in hours of darkness, your thoughts shined, like bright stars, illumining, my very being.
A Golden Dream
a soft silken voice, irresistable, i hear at night. venturing out, to see
A Gypsy Life
this body is the home, of a gypsy mind this mind is always alone.! it's home, under the blue sky,
A Poem On Love
allurement dreams, breaks like a glass. even relationships breaks
Birth Of A Poem
a prisoner of my own wish, for loneliness. my soul seperates
all barrier fallen
walk in the sand
hand in your hand.
the autmn leaves shine
with shades, and hue
like glistening fire,
in the morning