A vivid writer, well known blogger and a highly respeced Poet whose emotions
flow as the stream of words and giving thyself a new meaning with every lyric
written and every poem completed.
Poetry to me is a passion
Its one way to shed my emotion.
Best way to describe creation
Cherish everything in unison
My passion began when I was 13 years old. Writing jingles. Just 4 line verses
for the Young World - in Hindu. I don't remember the day, when the first poem
got published, but it inspired me to continue. I found that having command over
a language and passion to feel and react to everything around you is all that
needed to be a good writer. As the best outgoing student, having an opportunity
to represent the district at the State Level in many events, gave me a focus on
two things in life- Poetry & Service. The first dictionary I received as a prize for
winning all prizes of the Forest Department Literacy Drive became my bible.
Collector Madan Mohan Reddy advised the amateur writer to read five pages of
the same every day. I gave it a small thought. A small beginning.
My first poem that went public was on August 20,1992, months after Rajiv
Gandhi's assassination, on Satbhavana Divas in front of 1400 students and a
large press audience. Emotion sprang from a speech to an unknown poem, that
later got widely applauded by Collector Agarwal. I felt embarrassed receiving
responses for that event.
Many occasions and events make a poet. Anything that would touch your heart,
make you feel, understand the emotion, provide you a solution - in a poetic
description. I always wanted Poetry to be a subject, just like Geography, history
or Math's. For this would definitely make the silent minds speak. Rewind and
react on things- off late the most forgotten emotions in this materialistic world.
Make me thy lord, sand or a stone
If I forget to smile or cry or frown
Take me thy lord, off this world
If I fail to love a child and old.
So far, I have a library of 400 poems, small and big in sizes, soft and strong in
emotions, events of life safely hidden in verses, and vast more reactions packed
in all lines of frustrations, truly describing the inspirations, taking myself forward.
Ask me not as a poet to write for you
For I cannot do that till I know you
Share me not as a poet to all I knew
For they share my pain and passions too.
All I could say is, give due recognition. When the world over accolades and
appreciates young writers and poets, India seems to be no where in the cream
layer. We have rich potential of young minds to be explored. Poetry is one
beautiful part of literature. Let India make its mark in this field too, after all, all
achievements of human beings are for those few emotions that bind them- Love,
Hatred, Frustration, Happiness, Success & Contentment.
Thank You!
In the silence of words the truth unfolds
Not in the pages where history is told.
Poetry whispers a voice in the night
A deeper meaning is in a hidden light.
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Time etches lines where youth once lay
With every passing dawn we stray
From days of strength to nights of rest
But with each year we are blessed.
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Golden moons and lanterns bright,
Fasting hearts embrace the night.
Soft adhan calls with peaceful tune,
Welcoming the silver moon.
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*My Long Wait is Over*
The days were long and filled with doubt
The waiting game made me want to shout
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