Biography of Sandhya Suri
There is a certain fascination Life holds; defined in a splash of colours of despair, faith, love, conflict, happiness and a sense of awareness. My Life is a maze, a tangled web of emotions, thoughts and feelings I write down so I can breathe. I am not at the end of my journey. Each passing moment is a journey in itself. My writings reflect my journey and I share my life through this. A gypsy through Life, my journey is endless, my day here, a pause, before I become aware of what more. The web of my life flows in the poems I write.
Sandhya Suri Poems
A Rainy Day
When I woke this morning was told it rained… I looked out The skies were grey…
A lifetime of love without a selfish thought every teardropp reads emotions too moving to explain.
A Photo Thought
(Written for all the pictures of downtrodden kids captured on camera) Reminders of people forgotten captured by a flash
Scraps of words in simplicity in the spirit of the thoughts it spews.
Strains of music in waves that gently lap the shore crash intensely with the cliff edges;
Whispers romance the moonlight, you make love through the night Beads of sweat cool in the breeze, meandering the gaps of embraces tight
An Evening Stroll
I listlessly trudge across the lush lawn, the fiery ball finally simmering
I spoke thoughts profound I asked if it mattered in the long run of things...
Replete with dreams woven out of nothingness A journey of visions flow in the mind's eye Come what may, the hopes it brings with it Shall come to stay or pass, till I someday die.
Living By Faith
Hey life! I stand before you Seek me on my ground reality. Nothing more you have can disillusion me.
Whispering Little Goodbyes
Whispering little goodbyes to what could have been, a touch here, now forever gone,
This Journey Called Life
There are no lemons handed out no flavor to life but what you add, there are no reasons to believe
Season Of Reminiscence
Glorious autumn days a bite of depressing chill gold of the fall walking a masquerade
My Country First
This is no ordinary feeling when I take the oath in pride a call to duty to place my country first!
These Unsaid Words
There exists no opportunity
But tell you I must
Whether you choose to hear or not
But tell you I must.
Thoughts tumble in my head
making and breaking alliances
raindrops still held onto leaves
After a shower, sometimes, forever,