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Vignesh Vishal Poem
I sat on the couch on a dull afternoon in deep thought,
The meaning of my life I genuinely sought.
As time hastily passed by,
I began to suspect my actions to justify.
Sadly, I never made use of my time,
My life had a very boring rhyme.
The reason my dreams were always in a fog
Was only because I was a lazy dog.
Then I decided to let go of the past,
At least I realized this pretty fast.
I searched with enthuse on how to live in zest,
But all I got was a pass in patience test.
Bothered I was about my life,
Felt like walking on the edge of a knife.
The expectation of family was at its peak,
While I was on a losing streak.
A desire to come out all guns firing
Was the reason I opted for engineering.
Life of a fighter it is inside,
Every beating you got had to be pushed aside.
As I face the mirror and see a responsible man,
I boost myself by saying “yes I can.
Arduous days will soon end,
And a winning message I will send”.
Copyright © Vignesh Vishal | Year Posted 2018
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Vignesh Vishal Poem
Once lived a pen the paper loved
Echoed with pride every time it tipped,
Each soul prayed to be worded by the infant
Only to discover the beauty they caved
Into the darkest of dreams he went
With the flashes of fireflies
And the buzzing of the bees
To open the eyes for the emotion in his cells
A sip of his poetry juice won the attention of every taste bud
Famished lands turned savannah and asphalt jungles bloomed into the sky
A mirage of a far-flung shadow formed in the bright sun
The rockets he propelled never may land!
Days grew older and winter began falling
The last few drops of elixir flowed like wine
The reindeer gave serene signs of resistance and,
Every inch of beauty he rode on his back began realizing the change
Clocks refused to move and the time came,
Sleepless nights and envisioning daydreams bid adieu
Despite seeming so sure as a one-way path
He needed the stick to walk on his mind
The Phoenix in him rose from his ashes
Gazed upon the starlit night with a sigh
Whispers filled the air and a symphony of silence prevailed
The creator took his pen and the world waited….
Copyright © Vignesh Vishal | Year Posted 2018
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Vignesh Vishal Poem
Alone he goes to distant lands
His feet needs the warmth of different sands
Finds a nest wherever he goes
This is the life the poor soul chose.
In this tied up treadmill world
Where many life stories go untold
Unable to live the mainstream life and crumble,
He wanted to be a hidden stream in the jungle.
He strolled along a farm of daffodils,
The scene of countless stars it fulfills.
A dive in the deep blue brine,
Displays an ineffable beauty of the divine.
He could never leave anything behind,
Bagging every experience he could find,
And all he gets in his journey
Is a sense of blissfulness similar to a symphony.
Copyright © Vignesh Vishal | Year Posted 2018
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