Boat of empty Love   Sailing the boat of friendship, Never thought of that stored bricks. Collected to make the love wall, Which never thought would ever fall. The stored bricks were not strong, As they left unburned. Those were collected for love wall, Lost…

Home   Packing my bags, Going to home. The real joy, While having many storms. Counting days, Which says, few days more, Then you will be at your door. Where the roots originates, From a leaf to tree, That made me free. Does not matter,…

Colors Colors are all around, From sky to ground. Blue, green, violet or Wine, All have their own shine. Many colors are in life, Still we run for black and white. Present is moving fast, Still we are looking in past. All flew by the…

With Love – Phone   I am a phone, Whose throne, nobody can own. The one who has a ringtone, Follow order like a line of stone. I am luckiest one here, Nobody can think to go without me, anywhere. I loved by everyone, More…

Silent Silence   Silence, Somehow describes me, But my silence speaks silently. People calls me introvert, I, myself made me a secret. Secrets which surprisingly opens, And speaks silently. I did not choose it though, All made me to be so. Nobody is that free…

My mornings and nights Mornings are beautiful. Some feels it, some not. But all says the same.. Nights are wonderful. Some wait for that wonder to happen, some not. But all says the same.. We made it and mould it the way we want to…..

Wake up   Office to home, home to office, that all we are left for.. We sleep, not to dream, but to wake up next morning. We eat, not to feel the real taste, but to fill our empty stomach. We do makeup, although never…

Alert! It’s time to begin. Again Birds rejoicing for clear or cloudy skies. Either way they fly. Cricket percussion keeping the rhythm of a tropical sounding serenade. Dogs even chime in to great a great new day. Mother is the conductor. Good Morning. The new…

Hey all, This is Mallika Girotra and i love writing poems, This is my first poetry marathon and i am damn excited about it 🙂

I’m a native New Yorker; born in Brooklyn, brought up in the Bronx. I started reciting silly little ditties as a young child and enjoyed it.. My kid brother had a storyteller at his beck and call. Sadly, I never put a word on paper, only whispers in the night for years….