Biography of Vinod Sharma
Know me by my words alone.
Vinod Sharma Poems
I sit wondering in the sun, Who forged this puzzling one With infinite poise charm and grace And many strange and wondrous ways.
A cigarette is lit, Up in smoke it goes, It is lit again.
Love, Light, Fright
No one else before, She sighs, Has taken her Where he has or nigh.
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.
Fading blush of the bottle brush Green gulmohar all aflame Summer kisses spring. Again.
Two birds of joy Perch on my tree of sorrow, Harbingers Of a golden tomorrow.
Bureaucracy is designed To enable Extraordinary individuals To deliver
He could well have been a sadhu - A flowing beard, a matting mane - Contemplating mystical zebras Of life's transient joy and pain.
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
Souls and Holes
Value some their souls whole
And wear with pride soles with holes,
Others pierce their souls with holes
And flaunt their fancy soles whole.
Blessed those with souls whole
Wearing with pride soles whole,
Lucky those with holes in souls
Suffering bites of holes in soles.