ritty patnaik Poems

the voice of god
is always heard.
those who drift away
and never listen
...

if love has to go
dont ask him why and where,
nor when to return,
it might slow step
...

in your being there
every thing seems perfect
the days glides by,
like the dreams
...

if you ask me
the age of a poet,
i would answer,
the poet has no age,
...

the soft murmur,
of the river, in its flowing water
passed over, pebbles
and slated stones
...

ego
a facade,
for all.
knowingly
...

butterflys,
chasing each other
in twos.
it is spring time
...

invigourating! walk,
in the park,
takes away
the dullness of summer,
...

the death of me,
was only the beginning
of my freedom.
no one but me
...

a vintage garden
with plants, flowers and weeds,
in nooks and crannies
the wild flower grows
...