Neelam Dadhwal
Neelam Dadhwal, A bloger and poet.
The spring festival, Basant Panchami. I Will Not Remember, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. Only Me, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. In morning, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. That Is Called Life, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. Stir Fry, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. Keep Me Away, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. Keep Me Away What it is like without a whiff or thunderlike every day, that noon whensocks cannot turn up right on feet,the hair are not bun tight behind,the clock striking the school bus,and its shallow horn shrieksof a missing child.
Losing to a viral fever, the lifeunbound in any metric, of nationalor international. Is it mystically or spiritually a path for salvation,conspiracy of religious dogmas, neglect onhuman part or acts of ignominious society,what fruit will be seeking through. The life in its turns leaves nothing special to remind in the booksas in human heart, the pain and happinessunchained in poems, stories or essays never overlooking a single aspect in effort to understand life. The croakingof frogs, the shades of iris, someonehas this knowledge but not me, not me.
Keep me away from reason, of aims,of dreams innate to your world. Hugs Everywhere, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. Again, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. Reissue, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. Flight To Mars, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com.
Till They Return, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. Sets me out, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. Darkness Prevails, a poem by Neelam Dadhwal, India from VoicesNet.com. The Literary Yard. By: Neelam Dadhwal Absorbed in echoes of moonlightreflecting on calm waters, serenadingin cosmic universe full of tornadoes,tidal waves rushing to me.
The moon among palm leaves,among clouds, emerges in shadesleaving me to interpolate rightlysomething unachievable so far. How balanced is life right here,translating an event personal to me,when I look wide, all seem gushingin light years or force of solar gravity. [Born and brought up in Chandigarh, India, Neelam Dadhwal did her Masters in Computer Sciences from Punjab Technical University but decided writing as her career. She has penned a poetry ebook, "Straight From Life.
" Like this: Like Loading... The Unknown Pen. “The Plateau,” he speaks to himself picking up a newspaper from central table in a hall where receptionist is busy attending clients.
On 27th floor, there is no need for lights during day as it enters through glass curtain wall and movements of people are smooth as in consonance of silent air conditioner and absence of natural world. It has been 10 years working at “Bulls International” where he graduated from project manager to associative client leader. Gradual experience has lend some time in his life to sit and suddenly explore something un-achievable so far.
The first line under the heading “Eminent lifestyle guru nominated by cabinet” reads as follows. अज्ञानतिमिरान्धस्य ज्ञानाञ्जनशलाकया । Meaning My respect to venerable guru who provides me insight into knowledge out of darkness of ignorance. He peers aside where he is sitting, observing an occasional employee dressed in formals, talking elegantly and self poised. The Unknown Pen. Books by Neelam Dadhwal. Advanced Poem Search Member Area Member Area My Poems My Profile My Inboxes My Outboxes Submit Poem Soup Social The WallSoup Facebook PagePoetry ForumEvents CalendarWho is OnlinePast Polls (Archives) Member Poets/Poems.
Bridged Territories by Neelam Dadhwal. Advanced Poem Search Member Area Member Area My Poems My Profile My Inboxes My Outboxes Submit Poem Soup Social The WallSoup Facebook PagePoetry ForumEvents CalendarWho is OnlinePast Polls (Archives) Member Poets/Poems.
Undulating by Neelam Dadhwal. Dilemma by Neelam Dadhwal. Advanced Poem Search Member Area Member Area My Poems My Profile My Inboxes My Outboxes Submit Poem Soup Social The WallSoup Facebook PagePoetry ForumEvents CalendarWho is OnlinePast Polls (Archives) Member Poets/Poems.
A Snail's Pace by Neelam Dadhwal. Advanced Poem Search Member Area.
Yet Not Suave, by Neelam Dadhwal. Silence of Our Lives, by Neelam Dadhwal. Surrender, by Neelam Dadhwal. Home, by Neelam Dadhwal. Ashes , by Neelam Dadhwal. A Snail's Pace , by Neelam Dadhwal. Decision, by Neelam Dadhwal. Ceasefire Violation (migzing.com) In three steps, Vamanadeva from Bali maharaja unstimulated the need for selfish motives and desires.
Today we feed on fruits of non-violence plucking from branches of tree called Mahatma Gandhi in lack of whose wisdom Bharat was subdivided. First incursions in Indian state ended up with loot wealth and prisoners of war, greed later extended to lands and ruling power. Today as principles are laid to fight anarchism over democracy where does Pakistan stop, not consider it a stoop.
Go away, khakis in greenish brown and beret cap and show true worth of your valor in saving lives of your people and living civilly. If your guns are starting to get rust devise some new games to entertain yourself learning how to gauge between enemy and defensive soldiers in emerald brown and guns in place. Are you scared of mere a sight on borders if not wall be raised, if raised marks anguish by people who have limited foresights and lack of horizon. Among Them (migzing.com) Life Strings (migzing.com)