Vignesh Jeyanthan
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My hand is my pen,
Ink is my brain,
Both together drawing on Story Mirror.
What And When...
Hell - Origin...
Do Or Die
Real Guts
Who Is Master...
It's Okay to....
Endless Searc...
Purpose Of Be...
Become Funny ...
Powerful Word...
Quietly with the thunder broke open the sky, I sat in a corner secretly wanting to fly. Quietly with the thunder broke open the sky, I sat in a corner secretly wanti...
Dark dreary night I sat there in fright Lonely, silent and gloomy None could see my plight Dark dreary night I sat there in fright Lonely, silent and gloomy None ...
This poem is a request to a friend to help come out of the dark panacea. This poem is a request to a friend to help come out of the dark panacea.
I only play with your flesh I only play with your flesh
When the wind simmers across my face... audaciously reaching to play with my hair, I observe l... When the wind simmers across my face... audaciously reaching to play with my ...
that shades the world of its joyous muse? that shades the world of its joyous muse?
She's such type of tremendous noun No adjectives dare to sit before her, Her attentive captiva... She's such type of tremendous noun No adjectives dare to sit before her, H...
Seasons change Trees turn from green to brown Leaves wilt, cascading through your thoughts and... Seasons change Trees turn from green to brown Leaves wilt, cascading throu...
Hey, it is me, Speaking from the bottom of the sea. Among the pearls, we did live here, Hey, it is me, Speaking from the bottom of the sea. Among the pearls, we d...
I wrote this poem by putting myself into the shoes of the dying old people.. Here I have written abo... I wrote this poem by putting myself into the shoes of the dying old people.. Her...
The poem shows the sacrifice of the warriors. The poem shows the sacrifice of the warriors.
A Helping Hand, She Always Lends. And I Can Count On Her, No Matter What Life Sends. ... A Helping Hand, She Always Lends. And I Can Count On Her, No Matter Wha...
Anna was a great companion To the school, but he Chose to be with Amma Appa, To burn his Pi... Anna was a great companion To the school, but he Chose to be with Amma App...
A very short poem which creates a pictute in front of your eyes. A very short poem which creates a pictute in front of your eyes.
We are a part of God, still, we ask if God exists? We are a part of God, still, we ask if God exists?
Poems take us through winding paths... Churning out well-kept secrets... Baring people and souls... ... Poems take us through winding paths... Churning out well-kept secrets... Baring ...
In the flames of helpless hate, The heart is burning with an ignited rage In the flames of helpless hate, The heart is burning with an ignited rage
The poem expresses- that love is one not to fear, it is our own mind trapping us in our grave. The poem expresses- that love is one not to fear, it is our own mind trapping us...
The faded sunlight peeped through the crack, but the tired sky pushed through a cloudy smack. ... The faded sunlight peeped through the crack, but the tired sky pushed through...
This satisfaction of a feeling perfectly explained Is the freedom of another bird once chained. This satisfaction of a feeling perfectly explained Is the freedom of another ...