(c) Vish.. Vishnu Gupta
Biography of (c) Vish.. Vishnu Gupta
Hi..This is Vish..! ! .
I would like to share that i use to love reading poems since childhood days, after a few years back i started to write lines & phrases and slowly use to convert into poems.At first i use to think that poem-writing is no use to me, but soon i realised that it's only poem who can change the thoughts of peoples. Despite of overload pressures of my office work, i spare my leisure hours in writing poems and i'm really grateful to all my friends and readers for sparing their valuable time in reading and commenting on my poems.
It's like I realized that way down inside, I've always been lonely for something. But I don't know what for. It's like everybody in the world want's something. Only they never really know exactly what it is - they just keep finding out what it's not.
(c) Vish.. Vishnu Gupta Poems
I Wanna A Girl..!
I wanna a girl, A girl with Brave Heart, A girl with an Winning Smile, A girl who will make me laugh,
Music.... My Llife
I hear the music The music is playing The music is soft The music is now fading
WHEN I FEEL LONELY, I FEEL THROWN AWAY, LOCKED IN A COLD DARK CLOSET, I SEE ALL GREY,
I'm not home, But sitting here in my room, Staring at the broken piece of door, Staring at the world, out the window,
I want someone to call me, Someone to light up my face, Someone to hear, when I speak, Someone to hold me.
-≫Lonely Street≪- (Song Version)
Where this place called 'LONELY STREET'..! ! ! I am lukin for dizz lonely street, I hve a sad, sad tale to tell, Need a break, and go to hell....
Walking Down An' Empty Street'..
Sometimes, i feel there's no reason, Why was i brought up, I'm just here sitting in an empty room, Trying to forget the past,
Lookout Of My Life...
I can see the, Death of the dream, I can feel the, Burnt of the sun...! ! !
'Love Of My Life'...? ? ?
I just got off my bed Afraid, awake and amazed Coz it's just YOU over my mind It's only YOUUUUUU….! ! ! ! !
Sometimes, i feel der's no reason, why was i brought up, i'm just here sitting in an empty room, trying to forget the past,
Spells Of Love..≪3 ≪3 ≪3
Oh Love… I’ m your tricky wand You my beautiful magician Swing me with those beautiful spells…
I'm not home,
But sitting here in my room,
Staring at the broken piece of door,
Staring at the world, out the window,
I can see the dark clouds,
Thundering and hovering over me..! ! !
The room is damp, dark and cold,
Feels like, i h've been burried very deep,