EktaKKalra
05-10-2008, 10:36 AM
Hey,
I often write poems. I have composed more than 2000 poems till date. Please read some of my poems:
I wish to write
The words of my heart,
The cause of its beats
The delicacy of thoughts.
* * * * *
A million reasons
Still to know,
The beats of heart
The sound that flows.
* * * * *
I lit a candle in solitude
With it I lit my dreams,
True, I saw a miracle real
My childhood smiling at my youth.
* * * * *
As drops in river
So do desires in mind,
Rise and succeed
On the command of time.
* * * * *
In the sweat with time
In the pain, Divine
We remember you
To forget life.
* * * * *
Never mind the heat of sun
Joys will come.
* * * * *
Tears wipe pain from my face
Not strength from my heart.
* * * * *
Tears are tiny drops of pain
In the ocean of ever flowing joys.
* * * * *
To the temple she goes with tears in
eyes,
From the temple she comes with
smiling pride.
* * * * *
Faith never cries
It's doubt that sheds tears.
* * * * *
In the magnitude of what exists
There is nothing in infinity
And infinity in nothing.
* * * * *
Near the fruity tree lies his grave,
He who died for a loaf of bread.
* * * * *
Written by – Ekta Kaur Kalra
http://nutracists.com/
[email protected]
I often write poems. I have composed more than 2000 poems till date. Please read some of my poems:
I wish to write
The words of my heart,
The cause of its beats
The delicacy of thoughts.
* * * * *
A million reasons
Still to know,
The beats of heart
The sound that flows.
* * * * *
I lit a candle in solitude
With it I lit my dreams,
True, I saw a miracle real
My childhood smiling at my youth.
* * * * *
As drops in river
So do desires in mind,
Rise and succeed
On the command of time.
* * * * *
In the sweat with time
In the pain, Divine
We remember you
To forget life.
* * * * *
Never mind the heat of sun
Joys will come.
* * * * *
Tears wipe pain from my face
Not strength from my heart.
* * * * *
Tears are tiny drops of pain
In the ocean of ever flowing joys.
* * * * *
To the temple she goes with tears in
eyes,
From the temple she comes with
smiling pride.
* * * * *
Faith never cries
It's doubt that sheds tears.
* * * * *
In the magnitude of what exists
There is nothing in infinity
And infinity in nothing.
* * * * *
Near the fruity tree lies his grave,
He who died for a loaf of bread.
* * * * *
Written by – Ekta Kaur Kalra
http://nutracists.com/
[email protected]