GLOWING EMBER'S WARMTH

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On Bended Knees

Gladiator

Music New

The Dawn

Abating Time

Vande Mataram

Making Moments

Once My Home

Perplexing Peace

To Be A Woman

The Lines

Blindness

Face To Face

Oh Look, "What's New"...

Split Wide Open

Ashen Sleep

Free Play

The Saree

The TV. Episode

Yet...

Beguiling Script

The Peacock's Call

The Bait(II)

Good Morning Kiss

Misplaced

If Asked

Early Winter

Revival

Sink Or Swim

Unknown

Restraint

Hmmmmmmm.....

Volumes Of Silence

Unasked For

How... Why?

Boundaries

Amongst Giants And Stalwarts

A Well Meaning Rake

Bursting Dam

Drowning

The Slip

Blessing

Bonfire

Come, Learn...

Mother

Invisible Ink

Fragrant Fragments

Tattered Blinds

Rain In Mumbai

Jingle

The Dog And I

Waltzing

Shore

Shuttered Tight

Eyes That Spoke

The Dawn ( II )

Rise To Shine

Still Life In Dance

A Comma

Up In Arms

Words

Dreamless Sleep

The Golden Jubilee

Why?

Seasonal Friend

Incomplete Picture

Chosen Moment

Unlit Fire

Halo That Fit

Tainted Night

Open - Closed Wounds

Searching For Him

Spectator

An Unknown Song

At The Bus Stop

The Bait(III)

Oblivion

Begging Bowl

The Voices Of The Young

The Campaign

Return To Slumber

Languor

I Paint...

Rain Dance

Impromptu

The World Record

At It's Mercy

Revealed

My Cocoon

Half Empty Glass

Girl Woman

Eyes Dancing

Those Glowing Embers

I Drank

Luminescence

Ode To A Cockroach

Glimpses Of Home

Spring Song

What Am I?

Loving My Shadow

Ghost Writer

Ground Zero

Spreading Rot

Emptying Nest

Tacitly

                   

(Page1 - My Earlier Poems)

My Poems at Nazrana

Writing for me has always been a passion though I tend to write only
when I am emotional about something. In my childhood a very close
friend influenced me and I was drawn to English literature and I
think my dreamy romantic nature drew me to a world of emotions
that live in books.

My first writing that I have saved is from when I was 21 and it is
a small prose. I never wrote poetry till 2 years ago. a friend
encouraged me to write poetry coz he felt my prose was just like
poetry , only in longer sentences...and so it began.

I never mince words , even to myself and feel that poetry is an
expression of your innermost passions and truths; only if you are
honest to yourself, can you be honest in your poems.

what more can I say....

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