I'm a poet, writer and a general rights activists. I'm doing my B. Sc Physics in Chennai India.I love poetry and writing a lot of essays, regarding nature and day to day life.Sometimes I feel all alone in the house especially when holidays come.That's the time were I need to man up and do my responsiblites of my house, which I find a little irritating to do, yet! enjoy doing it.It is like ... more »
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Savio Vogt Poems
Deep Ends of The Sea
The deep ends of the sea, are like that of infinity, if believed, it can be found, not by others, execpt by you and me. don't worry about negative people and their talk,
I look through my childhood
I look through my childhood as if I were there, but yet remain in this grown up body, which in life is not fair, I have forgotten the good times in my past, I can't believe that my childhood moved on very fast,
A loaf of bread, A jug of wine.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, a little of love, combines, your heart with mine, this is the tree of love, forever it will remain, forever in line.
Across the mountains
Towards the east and towards the west, I come looking for you all to admire our friendship, far across the ocean so wide, so wide that the tide of sorrrow could not combine with our everlasting friendship,
A battle took place deep down in my heart, The right choice to make! It tore me apart.
At times near, Shall I not shed a tear, For peace attained, At last a dream,
Garden of Eden
The garden of Eden is so beautiful, the garden of Eden is so wonderful, love blossoms like the flowers peace reigns in the land
Love, now-a-days commercial
Not like the past which love was understood deeply and vast, now-a-days, peoples ways are changed, their minds are deranged
You are special to me
You are special to me, you really open my eyes, for the world to see, you show me love, you un-bondage me and make me like a free dove,
Someone to trust.
Far towards the conors of this world do I ride my horse, looking for a person to trust, nevertheless do I know that there is no one on this earth, I look now to god and I know that he's the only one I could trust,
Can one sing like the butterfly? A melancholic way, Were life's hard work pays off in a day, Were bushes burn bright green,
When one looks across the heavenly dome, And gazes with thoughts that freely roam, Into the mist of mystery, Such joy! Is felt from this esctacy!
What of nature is of worth? When Destroyed by inhuman dearth, Such inglorious butchers they could be! Of thy beauty they cannot see,
Beyond the grave!
As I lay my body down to rest, I think about my life and what I did best, For time has passed and passed to be,
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Deep Ends of The Sea
The deep ends of the sea,
are like that of infinity,
if believed, it can be found, not by others, execpt by you and me.
don't worry about negative people and their talk,
just hear it near them, and release it when, away from them you walk.
for if you are affected by their poison, for your courage will be
believe in yourself, even though you are mocked
you wil conquer, the deep ends of the sea.