I am born Indian...yet I belong to the world...a pagan..an atheist...a theist...a person who belongs to all those who know how to love...complexities have always perplexed me... relationships have been knotty...life is my teacher... more »
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Nivedita Patnaik Poems
Love they say is beautiful, the romance in moon-lit nights the heart of lovers beating against eachother... Love comes silently,
End Is Beginning
End is beginning its kind of circle gyrating in mindless motion lost the symphony....
My Golden Shower
Rustling in the soft breeze fluttering her leaves she stands my golden shower.... Yellow and gold,
You & I
Lives apart we stay together... opinions different we stick around each other.. hardly do we share our thoughts... seldom do we talk...
With each failure comes a triumph a victory of winning the loss with each sorrow
Karma...keeps coming back incorrigible...obstinate... resonance of a past life... knotted complications....presently...
Loss? ? Or Gain? ?
Double crossed by fate the symphony strayed slumping...declining...sinking...sagging... gashed... tumbling into the abyss
Walking on the path, tirelessly wooing her, effortlessly she slips away,
Empty eyes... express just one emotion The throne of heart empty... waits silently seat of soul is vacant falling into the trap of darkness
A Pause in Time
12-Myriads of memories gushing ashore...holding on to them sleazy...they wash away... damp as a freshly - paused sob
I Miss You...MA!
On the shores it seems calm yet the inside longs to gush to touch the sands on the shore culminating emotions find a vent through muse
Jesus, Madonna Allah, Jehova, Buddha, Vishnu, Shiva, Durga, Kali... they sound the same...
Colours of spring play an erotic game convulsed into matter and mind sublime with love fire merged in water
You ask me to be friends again.. our relations have been dampened... trust, once breached never is restored... its knotty-complications is a wound now...
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Love they say is beautiful,
the romance in moon-lit nights
the heart of lovers beating against eachother...
Love comes silently,
when you least expected her,
yet she comes to every heart,
time then pauses to taste eternity...
Love has her own song...
each lover becomes a poet...
whispering sweet-nothings into ears,
they giggle like little girls,
Love is paradise on earth,
the fragrance of flowers emerge
Love they say is beautiful,
its sublime - excitement fills
the body & soul with melody.
Love... I still wait ...