Neelam Sinha
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Name: Neelam Sinha Residence: New Delhi, India Authored 4 Books[Fiction/Romance:[1 book]: Fiction/Romance:[1 book]:We Met In Paradox Poetry/Literature:[3 books]:(1)One Hundred Shades of Sadness (2) The Haunting Melancholia (3)Twenty Sonnets of Longing & Enlightenment] Neelam Sinha is a Civil Engineer, a yoga practitioner and keen reader of Art, Life-science, Philosophy, History of World and it’s Civilizations, Religions through glasses of scientific mind, Psychology, Poetry and Politics ; lives in New Delhi India. twitter.com/NeelamS40447650
- Sonnet 5: LoveSonnet 5: LoveNeelam Sinha · 1 min read · 434 readsWhy the nights of March are so cold, Colder and gloomier than the December's; March, of spring, of colors and of Marigold,Abstract
- ConfessionConfessionNeelam Sinha · 2 min read · 199 readsor breaking your heart is making me so rude Was I worthy of your love or I was just another lass, prude Did I play with your heart like some shrewdAbstract
- Sonnet 18: The TravelerSonnet 18: The TravelerNeelam Sinha · 1 min read · 209 readsO, Buddha! I do wish to follow your golden middle path, And wish not to attach with the mundane avarice;Abstract
- Know ThyselfKnow ThyselfNeelam Sinha · 1 min read · 202 readsWhere ever I see I find only me, Even in the darkest time When my shadow abandons me, That time too I find only meAbstract
- A Shade Af SadnessA Shade Af SadnessNeelam Sinha · 1 min read · 249 readsAnd as a totem,… you standing on the doorsill… … Pulling me back into reality, Making me alive,… and a human once again.Abstract
- A Seed's DestinyA Seed's DestinyNeelam Sinha · 2 min read · 466 readsNow the poor little seed was in destiny's hand But glad and free like a free bird in the vast land, A pomegranate tree with leafy branches, full of fruits It was dreaming to make it real so spreading its rootsAbstract
- One Hundred Shades Of SadnessOne Hundred Shades Of SadnessNeelam Sinha · 1 min read · 383 readsBy my this very heart... once more. …Once more … to pen down all my pain… In my twisted cursive handwriting… for… Life too is not straight and simple. And, it is twisting like itself… to my heart… to my soul…Abstract
- I Surrendered To My Heart...I Surrendered To My Heart...Neelam Sinha · 4 min read · 378 readsBut, wait a minute, he is watching, he too knows, What I am thinking, where my heart goes; And I loved him too, like I loved nothing, nobody before, Without him, I am like a body without soul, nothing more;Drama