Vartika Pandey [Ember of Dreams] (2/7/1997)
Biography of Vartika Pandey
I am still searching how to define who I am. All I can say for everyone is that POETS ARE NOT HAPPY PEOPLE AND PEOPLE WHO ARE REALLY HAPPY NEVER BECOME POETS. Every one of us is bonded by thin threads of tragedy. That is what I write about- Tragedy, supernaturalism and romance.
The DEVOURERS Of ECSTASY
Deserts shall not have a foliage by mild showers.
Gods let rain fall on them who may bloom flowers.
But mine shall always be a crimson, blood-drenched hand
For my fate not lies in garlands, not desert sands.
Oh! My ecstasy has been murdered and devoured upon,
So I shall reside in the ravages of ghastly haunts.
How do I address the predators of my own bliss?