My Life and My Songs

My Life and My Songs poetry books

My Life and My Songs

About the book
My Life and My Songs, which contains 75 English poems in very simple and lucid language, is published after my previous book ‘My Life and poetry’ – that had been admired by poetry lovers. This book intends to draw kind attention of humble readers. The book delves into the sensitivities of reader’s mind and takes them through the journey of life.

I am indebted to my parents without whose inspirations I can’t proceed further. I am also thankful to my publisher, Partridge India.

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Believe in god . Curious to know more about divinity . Believe in equality. Hate capitalism . All classes are equal (poor or rich) .
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My Only Friend

My Only Friend short poem

Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the

From My Journals ‘love’

From My Journals love short poem

The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half

My Friend Crystal

My Friend Crystal long poem

I am the women that hasn’t been able to lose all her baby weight. I am the dad that works two jobs and always gets home late. I am the high school cheerleader trying to be someone shes not. I

From My Journals ‘anxiety’

From My Journals anxiety prose poem

The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain

From My Journals ‘cinnamon’

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He saw things in a way that others did not, he was the only one that saw my dreams differently, I became beautiful with the light of his smiling eyes. There my soul drifted render in angle to give the