Anjali V S
Biography of Anjali V S
student of central university of karnataka, gulbarga.
love reading novels, poems, articles and all other stuffs.
enjoy writing.i know that am not that up to mark in producing all these but i hope i will some day.
'NEVER LOSE HOPE FRIENDS IF U AIM SOMETHIN THEN GO FOR IT
DONT BOTHER IF ANYONE SAYS -U CANT DO IT- NEVER LET ANYONE SAY THAT.TRY FOR UR AIM TIRINGLY SO THAT U CAN HAVE THE FRUIT IF NOT TODAY SOMEOTHER
Anjali V S's Works:
Anjali V S Poems
He stared at her that day. she didn't mind
There Was A Time
there was a time when my mind was completely -pure as white. i was free from everything, No, i was not that exposed; to the
A Dream Or Rape? !
I dreamt a dream One take dream- A Rape Scene T'was dark everywhere she was with me
Death- An Unwelcome D Guest
oh....my dear death sometimes i feel this is the sunless land! ! ! for i see darkness everywhere.
Ray Of Light
I was in darkness And from eternity you came. As a” ray of light” into My life. Your light made
Remember her sweet smile Remember her bright eyes Remember her soothing voice Remember her dark hair
Make - Up Box
the mirror reflected her ugly image. eyes meet eyes for sometime. shame, shame, shame, someone murmured from her insides alone she was with no one besides
The sky was cloudy to-day Streaks of white and grey, drowned the mighty one Nowhere to be seen.
Times spend with you—I tell Was similar to hell! Words that flowed from your beautiful tongue were but of yourself. Never gave you heed for what I needed myself.
If I Ever Die
If i ever die you do not cry loud for i will be the white cloud bright, shiny like daud
A memory of break up A period of dry up A season of departure A recess of the rupture
Love his fluffy hair That— Sways in the air Love his 70mm smile
The Day They Brought Your Dead Body
The day they brought your dead body I felt death very close to me! ! Top to bottom you were clad in white But your soul out of sight
Last day Travelling— I opened The transom
White shirt and black pants was his identity
The uniform of his institute. He was an island in the sea.
A beautiful, handsome, hardworking gentle man.
He was under a contract. Money was all that he needed.
Yes the very money that the world craves for.
Like a loyal slave, he worked all day and night.
Fortune was on his side she showered upon him everything and anything
Even dreams to dream. Students liked him, people liked him, he was the hero,