Biography of Tribhuvan Mendiratta
Primarily a poet, artist, writer but
with age mellowed down to an educator
with a desire to share life's secrets
so that they don't stumble in dark stairs
Met many travellers during the journey
Some understood yet why they so unsecure
Life is a mystery now it appears clear
situations may be same but reactions vary
Tribhuvan Mendiratta's Works:
Class X - English communicative - CBSE
Class XI and XII - English(Elective) - CBSE
Essay and Articles on MERINEWS
More than 500 Blogs on Ibibo.com/trimendirata
Tribhuvan Mendiratta Poems
suicide heart be your e-name but it is heart that prompts suicide keep heart safe ins your cupped hands Don't let it fall to break into pieces
A Day Is Too Long
A day is too long as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Life Is A Mirror
Life is a Mirror! Really so? Please find the mirror; If you can;
A Life Lived
Life of spite and defiance To watch people tooling around on Mars To celebrate the end of the last war To attend the funeral of corporate personhood
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance. By making me drink the wine of love-potion, You've intoxicated me by just a glance; I give my whole life to you
Nothing is special You won’t hear me speak, or Notice my presence beside you When I am gone
here is a smell of religion in the human behavior called murder Speaking of which I remember a movie called 'Murder Without Passion'
smile behind a smile is like a butterfly dancing around roses not in the least minding its thorns..........
Love Is Art
Love is not art; some say Then Art is not love And If art is not LOVE
Smile Behind A Smile
I Try to Imagine How a smile behind a scowl looks
Life is an unconvincing metaphor Used against me with simile Left begging for more. But just the silent spaces,
My Color Of Holi
Let me cup my palms to gather the petals of your laughter that my palms flow ever
Rose Smelt Me
I smelt a rose… rose smelt Me - I don't know My Parents said Roses have thorns I thanked God Thorns have roses Wow! What a bouquet!
Primarily a poet, artist, writer but with age mellowed down to an educator with a desire to share life's secrets so that they don't stumble in dark stairs
fly as a butterfly,
breathe as a kid..
hold only the love and the memories...
not so special i am,
only feel and read the pains of the others..
to take off the pains from the others, , ...
and to give them the love which they always dreamed about..
that is the poet whom you see inside me...