About the book: Essence of these poems is being in love and the beautiful feeling it brings along. If you have ever been in love, you would feel connected! They also depict various dilemma one encounters in life. What we feel about them. You should know that it’s these twists and turns in life, which makes you stronger and stronger. So, never lose your heart and be strong! A special one: ‘O Girl’ poem is for the girls, women and the whole world; to tell that women are to be respected and loved. The social prejudices against them and the inequalities are not good for the society that we live in. We all must thrive to make a better place for them. I hope that you would feel the poems, and remember them.
About the poet: Ankit has spent his childhood in Patna, India. He has studied engineering at ‘Manipal Institute Of Technology’, Karnataka. He has several hobbies: reading, writing abstracts, poetry and listening music. He has profound love for nature, mountains and rains. He also has concern regarding environmental issues and welfare of the underprivileged people. He contributes to various non-profit organizations for these causes. Ankit currently resides in Bangalore, working as a software engineer. He has also published a Hindi Poetry Book ‘Guzarish’, available on leading online retailers.
I have authored poetry books 'Guzarish' and 'With You', which are published in India and America. The essence of these poems is Love; depicting a mix of sweet and sour feelings of being in Love and rekindling your emotions.I am a Software Engineer based in Bangalore. I am concerned regarding environmental issues and welfare of underprivileged people. I am inclined towards community development and charitable activities.I have spent my childhood in Patna, India.You can reach me at: Facebook : www.facebook.com/authorankit Twitter : www.twitter.com/author_ankit
I’m scrunched in partially obscured view seating, hands at my temples, elbows pressed to the balcony rail. Look up, Sherman Alexie! I squint through borrowed glasses, willing your signature pen to drop, your writer’s eyes to find me. I’m cheap.
felt faint inside from the heat of the day I fell down on my knees to pray thought of those memories from a time ago Christmas was spent under the mistletoe hugs & kisses with everything new Pretty pictures pretty
I haven’t been able to sleep. What you said, perhaps just offhandedly, perhaps not really caring at all, has me wide awake lost in those silly impossible dreams and longings that overtake my being so often. You cannot know how
I don’t remember What it was in that moment, That it all began. As if all that started Was on a sabbatical! And now that I know ‘now’, denouement is denied. Lurching and limping, from love to half-love. Scrounging for