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...
Maya lives on, in the wild. Maya lives on, in the wild.
One day you'll find that you'll be able to carry it and be free One day you'll find that you'll be able to carry it and be free
One day you will be gone from this world, And when you do, my heart will break into a million pie... One day you will be gone from this world, And when you do, my heart will brea...
Beautiful outlook projecting the 'misery' gradually paving its path through an innocent mind. Beautiful outlook projecting the 'misery' gradually paving its path through an i...
Strewn across the wasteland Scattered amongst the dust Ivory pallor and ebony eye sockets W... Strewn across the wasteland Scattered amongst the dust Ivory pallor and eb...
I am so grateful for 2018, For making my Soul Connected to things, Which I never imagined, ... I am so grateful for 2018, For making my Soul Connected to things, Which I...
My chores... Awareness... Distress... Anticipation... Everything... My chores... Awareness... Distress... Anticipation... Everything...
Thy arrogance, responded the wind. How am I arrogant? Inquired he. Thou claim the most knowledgeab... Thy arrogance, responded the wind. How am I arrogant? Inquired he. Thou claim ...
This is all about friendship This is all about friendship
The oceans rise and fall Full of themselves But not enough to swallow us. The oceans rise and fall Full of themselves But not enough to swallow us.
Trapped by the rush of time, technology, and tasks Trapped by the rush of time, technology, and tasks
I crave more and more And covet what’s not mine I crave more and more And covet what’s not mine
You shimmer like a distant dream that's to turn true soon You shimmer like a distant dream that's to turn true soon
A humorous narration of a visit paid to a former home which no longer felt homely. A humorous narration of a visit paid to a former home which no longer felt homel...
"Walk into the woods and choose your wild. For in wildness alone, lies the preservation of the worl... "Walk into the woods and choose your wild. For in wildness alone, lies the pres...
A girl weeps sitting there. A girl weeps sitting there.
I had to throw all those fake laughs and smiles. But my confidence and happiness (was) away a mi... I had to throw all those fake laughs and smiles. But my confidence and happi...
This poem is about making a mother proud This poem is about making a mother proud
His reminiscents turned into a nightmare, Parents' tough words turned into venoms... His reminiscents turned into a nightmare, Parents' tough words turned into ve...
Strangers who give me curious looks in the stores, In the streets, rolling down their car windows... Strangers who give me curious looks in the stores, In the streets, rolling do...