Biography of shakti shetty
Not much to say except the truth that I tried myself at poems quite lately at the age of 14 with little support from parents.
They thought that my poems are ruining my chances of excelling in academics......
nothing else......I'm still writing & enjoy doing so in obscurity.The best thing about writing a poem is absolute authority over words and expressions!
shakti shetty's Works:
None! though I express myself through my blog.. http: //shaktianspace.blogspot.com/
shakti shetty Poems
I'm in search of a person, I won't ask her to be good to me Though I would like her to be talking For words is all I have, to share
An Old Friend Of Mine
i remember a friend of mine who used to be close to my eyes always in a turmoil of rage and courage in between the line of love and hate
A Girl's Tale
You must have seen a few roses bloom With beauty insane, ending up in tomb I aren't that thorn, mind you again, Lying across the soil under cloudy rain
Death In Sight
Never realized when it is going to come When is it living to die? And let me off my life At what moment will it be goodbye?
Fear can be a very bad thing In it is lost the essence of being Darkness, murk and gloom all lost Within in the stream of a deadly spin
Won'T Tell You Now
I won't tell u why, the reason of my smile I won't let u cry, for the jokes I had in my life Time is precious, I know my lot, It won't change any good or at all
She is looking so pale, so ill, so ugly Her looks was the envy of her place She was in love with a man, they say Was a man of losing words and faith
Flowers Don'T Stay
I have a plant in my mind and I want it planted in my heart I knew this won’t happen with an easy pace for it takes what I can’t give my heart has no soil for a plant so nubile
I’ve seen some places where dreams are sold tears are bargained and smiles are stored
Wasted I’m tired of the face I’ve got, I’m tired of my heart inside
I know this poem may not seem right I know my efforts will break laughs Still, I want you to know, this dear Whatever, but my words are clear
No days can match my days with you filled my life with words and hue you my friend, you know me good may not remember the days we ruled
Forgotten days ‘Some days are meant to fade away some roads we leave and move ahead’
Wish Was There A World
Wish was there a world with no boundaries to share no borders to cross….. no anthems to sing
Words moved like wind
through ages and thin
got lost somewhere
got raided in between
some survived this trail
others never took to sail
pearls of lonely sages,
not found in pages
its smiling in woods of wisdom
hoping for us to reach them!