Biography of Jaya Varma
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Jaya Varma Poems
A Poem For The People Of My Country! !
Got independent! Think again with the bugs eating your flesh
Its not so shiny tonight the buds too lazy to bloom in my bed, i struggle to write with ink as dark as gloom
The Way You Ignore Me
We have come so far still i keep hurting you you say nothing, just step back a little this ignorance, turning me blue..
We Hold On
We exchanged few nights and days in the dark you shivered when the sun was making me grey
A New Morning
I woke up again with swollen eyes a heavy head, a heart that sighs few cold splashes cleanse my thoughts making my goal clear as a dot
In The Backyard, Waiting For You
In the backyard of my house the sky rests for a while and fondles with snowy clouds making the sun smile
Beneath All My Lies
Love, you'll see in my eyes beneath all my lies when i would show my back hiding tears blue and black
A Telegram Of Love
A telegram of love was sent through the cloudy ways to the sea rushed in the breezy rain as the sun set out to leave
Castle Of The Phoenix
Dark castle she made to hide all her fear and letting it battle beneath every layer
The Shadow Of Yours
Its drizzling here and you ain't around the rising scent is breaking me down
We Burn And Flee
You hit the wall my fist would bleed your heart shall call my eyes would read
Its time to get blamed to realize the done and undone
This Time..Its Not A Verse..
I saw them tonight.. O' yes, I saw them they had no heart and that vacuum in thy eyes
The Faceless Fairy
That faceless fairy of yours, Whose strings of life you hold, Has breathed so long in dark, Can barely stand a spark,
It Happened One Night..
When the world was warm in bed,
The moon kept raising its head.
Awake I stared at the sky
and waited till night was ripe.
The stillness in me repelled,
The soul was hardly withheld.
A quest to find the unknown,
I set out to walk alone.
Lost in the narrow streets,