I am happy to inform you that my poems are published on NDTV Poetry Corner.
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Let me live
Mid Summer's Day Dream
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In the beginning, there was the word. And from that word, came all creation. It's words that shape new thinking. And words that take your heart away. It's only words. And words are all I have. To create. Poems, ideas, thoughts... straight from the heart, put into words.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
Be
Boy girl
Black white
Strong weak
Pretty ugly
Unemployed self
Happy lucky
Married single
Whatever be
Hindu muslim
Rich poor
High low
Human we
Gone we will
Fight should we
Think, Exist
Simply Be.

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Black white
Strong weak
Pretty ugly
Unemployed self
Happy lucky
Married single
Whatever be
Hindu muslim
Rich poor
High low
Human we
Gone we will
Fight should we
Think, Exist
Simply Be.
This
work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Poem of the Month
The poem "Let Me Live" was the Poem of the Month at www.poetrymag.com in April.
That makes it twice in a row.
(Grin)
That makes it twice in a row.
(Grin)
Poem of the month
This poem "Mid Summer's Day Dream" has become the Poem of the Month at Poetry Magazine.
www.poetrymag.com
www.poetrymag.com
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Mid Summer's Daydream
Streams of sweat
Bringing sweet relief
Sizzling city streets
Scorching hurried feet
Temperatures rising
Flaring tempers
Scowling sullen faces
Drowsy with sleeplessness
Bare upper bodies
Shimmering in the sun
The days go on
Nights are long
The rich escape
Hills and misty air
It's the poor
who bear the brunt
Summer's here
every year
Will it rain?
If ever, when?

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work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
Bringing sweet relief
Sizzling city streets
Scorching hurried feet
Temperatures rising
Flaring tempers
Scowling sullen faces
Drowsy with sleeplessness
Bare upper bodies
Shimmering in the sun
The days go on
Nights are long
The rich escape
Hills and misty air
It's the poor
who bear the brunt
Summer's here
every year
Will it rain?
If ever, when?
This
work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
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