Swaying through the gentle breeze of everyday fragrances of the seamless rebirth of exuberant spring!

Parvinder Nagi is a passionate poetess, having penned number of poems, each exploring various facets of life.

Mrs. Parvinder Nagi, a principal from distinguished senior secondary schools, India, is national award winner from NCERT New Delhi, for making teaching easier for students and teachers through the teaching aids. She is a passionate poetess, having penned number of poems, each exploring various facets of life. She was bestowed accolades among a gathering of over 2000 poets from across India on the national level.

Parvinder is recipient of many poetic awards across the globe. Her poems are translated in various languages and are the music of the heart that express different aspects of life, conjure up emotions from happiness to sadness using different styles and themes giving pleasure to the readers.

NECTAR OF SPRING

Swaying through the gentle breeze of everyday fragrances of the seamless rebirth of exuberant spring!

Crossing our exotic paths drenching us with intoxicating love through the serenity of vivid symphony of colors

Bountiful sublimes!

Unveiling the winter sheets

Pouring the joy into every living thing

Drinking the nectars so sweet

Tickling the senses of butterflies

And birds so delicate!

Each bloom swaying mystically

Like a magical wand of a fairy

Brushed so tenderly

Adding to the vistas unknown!

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MADDENING POETRY

Here’s the madness of poetry

Tangled in burgundy fringes;

Dazzling in the romance of breeze

Lulled in the scintillating

Fragrance of locks;

Imbibing the ambiguous

Magical mysteries,

Unfolding the mystical strands

With flare and style;

Drifting the rhythm of music

Unto the depths of horizon.

Caressing strands of my hair

Enamored with its fragrance

Plunged with intoxication…

Glorious cascades soft and silky

Pleasingly tumbles down the neck,

Twisting and turning curls

Enlightening my mood…

Expression of woman’s beauty

Strength to confidence,

Be – holding the traces of love

Erranding the fingers

Through the enticing strands;

Kissing the cheeks

Enhancing the scents,

Whispering through the tresses

Full of enchantments…

O’ what an aromatic ecstasy

It’s a maddening poetry!

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LATE ARRIVALS

How annoying are the late arrivals

Arriving too late, of course

The deliveries of my letters

Seems they’re coming

Drifting through the lyrical ocean

Folded in the rhythmic waves

Drenched in the melodious verses

And now too late

Moonlit nights alluring into lust

Narrating stories from a poets pen

Dripping down its ink

Too late to arrive

Sitting on the window sill

Desperately I wait here

For the letter not arrived yet

Nevertheless our love is like a pen and paper

Which is indescribable

Missing those farewell kisses

The heart is sinking

The sunset is prevailing

The gloom is falling

It’s too late now

The letter hasn’t arrived.

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