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Vinod Sharma Poems
A cigarette is lit, Up in smoke it goes, It is lit again.
I sit wondering in the sun, Who forged this puzzling one With infinite poise charm and grace And many strange and wondrous ways.
Black clouds of corrupt politicians Seem to have swallowed India's sun, The skies are a weeping at this turn, But for them this river of tar is fun.
Heaps of Ash
From the heap Of my ashes A tiny flame rises Even as embers have died.
A Wound Too Deep
There is nothing left of me my friend, But a battered and shattered heart that bleeds, Many a wound it had borne with strength But this last one was just too deep.
No War Memorial. Still. 'Ye Dil Mangey M...
In the dark Of India's ravaged Yoni, Flickers a tiny flame.
Broken Leaf 6
To the leaf at him laughing, Said the broken leaf, You will too fall that day, When so desires ‘that' tree.
Love, Light, Fright
No one else before, She sighs, Has taken her Where he has or nigh.
Fading blush of the bottle brush Green gulmohar all aflame Summer kisses spring. Again.
Far Yet Near
Though we are physically far and apart, I am in you and you beat in my heart, Our whispers of love we can clearly hear, But not the words of those who are near.
Moonlight On Wet Leaves
Moonlight on wet leaves Makes them quiver in the still night, Its mark of passionate love it leaves And takes a hurried flight.
Sonia, Sibal and the Net
He never gives up, this son of Nero; In 2G he tried and scored a big zero, Akash was a goli, a plain eyewash, Now the net he is out to white wash.
Big Man, Small Man
'Be cool! ' How easy it is for me to say it, as difficult as it is
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A cigarette is lit,
Up in smoke it goes,
It is lit again.
And go into the ground,
They fall again.
We meet to love,
To love and part
And go our separate paths.
Raindrops will fall,
Cigarettes will be lit,
Will we ever meet
And not to split?