Vignesh Jeyanthan
Abstract
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...
The peak of the mountain is bathed in light The peak of the mountain is bathed in light
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
You will never be at peace If they find their voice in you. You will never be at peace If they find their voice in you.
You start from the tree having thousand branches, Where caged birds hanging for their chances... You start from the tree having thousand branches, Where caged birds hanging for...
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears
The poem speaks memories writing the poem. The poem speaks memories writing the poem.
I was lying in my couch and looking into vacuum aimlessly... I was lying in my couch and looking into vacuum aimlessly...
The young sapling battling against the wild wind... The young sapling battling against the wild wind...
Tired in my seat, I opened my eyes miles I had flown to know what is more, Tired in my seat, I opened my eyes miles I had flown to know what is more,
The poem shows the strength and weakness of a woman. The poem shows the strength and weakness of a woman.
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
My life is a heart pierced by broken arrow, still I wanted to remain in the arms of my UNKNOWN SHADO... My life is a heart pierced by broken arrow, still I wanted to remain in the arms...
The poem shows that the darkness completes us. The poem shows that the darkness completes us.
Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate.... Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate....
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