Biography of Tanvi Nagar
I am a young writer and am passionate about speaking about topics that can affect the world. I represent Haryana, for playing Badminton and I contribute to various forums like magazines and websites. I have attended various courses to polish my writing skills. I write poetry about general topics. I write regularly and I have published three books in the past, namely, “ A Treasure Trove of Poetic Wonderland”, “My Book of Short Stories and Poems” and “A Bountiful of Rhythmic Stories”. I would like you to read my musings and leave your valuable feedback. Your feedback can help me develop as a writer, in all spheres. Thank you for your valuable time!
Tanvi Nagar's Works:
Treasure Trove of Poetic Wonderland
My Book of Short Stories and Poems
A Bountiful of Rhythmic Stories
Tanvi Nagar Poems
Dear love, I have always wanted to understand you more, But first of all, you must know you are the one who I most adore. Dear love, will you stand by me through the most rugged journeys of all? Dear love, as years pass by will you be there still standing strong?
Dear North Star
Dear pole star, I dedicate this to you, Because in my mind lies a question, why do you not twinkle like other stars do? Do you like to be there in the sky all alone? Do you want to rest, after the way to weary travellers you have shown?
Waiting For The Rain
Past dragged me into it's venomous tracks, I couldn't escape, Those days felt like they had been recorded on a tape, So crystal clear they are, I drifted into that world that is away from this one, very far,
Wanderlust-A Heart's Longing
My heart aches for another breeze to brush by me gently, My road of life is shaped by the curvaceous path of destiny, My dwelling is in every creek, in every cave by the mountain side, I don't have a solitary who keeps my secrets, in whom I confide,
Motherhood-A Special Bond
I dissolve into deep bliss, As I plant on your cheek a sweet kiss, In those silent moments of love we share, We slide our hands into each others as I gently care,
Waiting For The Rain
Past dragged me into it's venomous tracks, I couldn't escape,
Those days felt like they had been recorded on a tape,
So crystal clear they are,
I drifted into that world that is away from this one, very far,
That world is full of black, grey and blue,
Slowly my vision blurred, my thoughts too.
Amid the puddles, pools and the hawker's cries,
Those who took cover or were just passersby,