He was born in Palakkad, kerala in India.He is an Anglo-Indian.Presently, he is trying to pursue his ambition of becoming a novelist and a movie maker.He did his MA in English literature in Loyola College, Chennai and his B.Ed from NSS Training College, Otappalam. He published a collection of short-stories Meta-man and the Gene-marker in 2013 and his first novel Rebirths in 2014. ... more »
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Denvor fernandez Poems
Love Or Love
Love, are you the one? Who burns inside eloping couples, Cries after the lost ones, Springs revenge in on being jilted,
Eve, What does the world call you? Vamp, devil, witch, nympho. The cause of all troubles. A reason to blame women.
What is the use?
I love, I hate, I happy, I sad,
I can feel it coming Soft is my philosophy I love peace I love Me
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
What a dragon is Tibet? Spirituality raises its trees from the soil fertile. Its culture emits breezes
Why am I 'I'? My hands, My legs, My head,
MENDING EXAMS - A PARODY
Something there is that doesn't love exams, That sends the frozen-brains-swell under it, And splits the upper senses in the sun; and make gaps even two can fail a test.
In the Golden age what is yours is everyones, what is mine is everyones.
You stole me from my mother, nature, And imprisoned me into plastic bottles With strange names on it. Let me out! Give me my freedom!
I have to run Where? I have to win What?
I stole your money I raped you I killed all your relatives I did everything for my happiness
One hair of my head is standing straight It is standing on top of the world All the other hairs of All the Othe people
A second ago I felt you Now I have no feeling A moment later I may feel
To the Paradise
My Love! I can't see thee, The smoke is blinding my eyes. The city stinks. Garbage drains my soul.
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Love Or Love
Love, are you the one?
Who burns inside eloping couples,
Cries after the lost ones,
Springs revenge in on being jilted,
Fills the brain with wild emotions.
Wild self-destructive emotions.
Love, are you lust?
which fires the world with energy,
Forces girls into that divine touch
which makes them hate.
A hate which makes them angry
A lifelong self-destructive anger.
Love, can we make you
on bed with our loving hearts,
filling our blood with heat,
touching deeper and deeper,
kissing deeper and deeper,
which finally will make us ...