Biography of Gita Ashok
I play multiple fascinating roles in the drama of life - that of a daughter, sister, wife, daughter-in-law, aunt, mother, teacher, student, devotee, friend, artist, writer, reader, editor and so on and so forth.... Above all, a human being who is all the time intrigued by every tiny aspect of life on this planet. And now PoemHunter has given me a new and exciting role to play... that of a poet! ! ! I have a passion for life, art, reading, writing, walking, music, cooking, poetry, travelling, photography, blogging, embroidery, solving Sudoku and Crossword puzzles, watching the world go by and most importantly watching Nature.... Much of my inspiration for writing comes from Nature and all the various hues and moods of our lives. I strongly believe in the axiom:
'Dream as if you'll live forever,
live as if you'll die tomorrow.'
Gita Ashok Poems
Whenever we go to an amusement park or fair, I’m eagerly on the lookout for the candyfloss sold there.
Your Inner Voice
Amidst all clamour stay calm, stay quiet. Only then will you hear your inner voice.
Across The Sahara
Miles and miles of sand with no horizon in view, the caravan moves on - in search of an oasis.
An Ode To Dna
Even though you’re minuscule, we call you a macromolecule. The brainchild of Watson and Crick, you make our biological clocks tick.
As The School Bell Rings
Tis sharp two in the afternoon. The school bell rings as the day is done.
An Ice Cube
Unassuming, humble and colorless, with perfect corners and smooth edges, transparent and with glistening faces, an ice cube welcomes light rays gleefully.
I Am Time
I crawl, I creep, I walk, I run. Like an undulating river I rest not and wait for none.
Take Time To...
Take time to smile - even if it be for a little while.
Filling in the blanks; choosing the right alternative; deciding whether true or false; defining and justifying;
This poem reflects the sentiments of a typical student in high school struggling while preparing for his final examination. When it's time for examination, my mind is filled with apprehension
Come Back With A Smile!
This poem is dedicated to the fond memory of my father who left this world almost twenty-two years ago. It feels like yesterday whenever I think of him. Come Back With a Smile!
When Death Comes Knocking
When Death comes knocking, it matters not who you are or what you've got;
Together We Will...
Together we can weed out corruption, Together we can put an end to racial discrimination. Together we can fight against terrorism. Together we can wage a war against child labour.
Sometimes we see, but do not look Sometimes we hear, but do not listen Sometimes we know, but do not care Sometimes we shout, but do not dare.
This poem reflects the sentiments of a typical student in high school struggling while preparing for his final examination.
When it's time for examination,
my mind is filled with apprehension
regarding problems on integration
and the theory of approximation.
When I'm studying reflection and refraction,
outside on the street, there's a lot of commotion: