Biography of Santhosh Vijayakumar
At 10 I planted my first rose...
At 15 I penned my first poem...
At 19 I traded the first scrip in the market...
Santhosh Vijayakumar Poems
Marriage & Love
Love spoke to marriage, “It is I who come first.” For which marriage replied, “It is for me you come.”
In Love With Love
Waiting Hopes Someone, somewhere, is, Born for me.
Woman she is, great woman she is. Mistress of young, Companion of middle-aged, And nurses of old.
Great books call on us, to tell, The reason of all ill fate, Is only the burning desire. Now I strongly ask,
In dreams we spent our lives, Our lives of the past and future. Past lessons for the future, And the future that is yet to come.
Mask I wore on my naked face, Not one but many. One for money, another for fame, Then another for command, and so on.
Blew a heavy wind, In a mountain near. The flowers shattered, The leaves fell,
My Days Pass By
Every dusk is for a new dawn, And every dawn is for a new dusk, My days pass by. The day before was worst.
Sooth Of Life
“How is life? ” All ask. And I have an answer to give, “As beautiful as a bed of rose.” They again do quest,
Alone in my bed, With your thoughts in flow, I was waiting for sleep. Then I did see you,
Love me not like a shadow, Love me not like a dream. Where is the shadow in the dark? Where is the truth in the dream?
In The Company Of Women
I entered this world, Crying with hopes. She fed me with her blood, And I called her mother.
Where can I find Him? Where does he dwell? I wanted to know, A long time since.
Then, there I was, sitting, By the banks of a river, With my feet in flowing water, And my mind in deep thoughts.
An Enemy Within
There dwells an enemy within,
An enemy who is the cause of all agony.
He stays deep within,
For he wants me to suffer.
Why this enmity? I know not.
All I know is the pain he causes.
Now he is digging my grave, with my own hands.
I am standing grief struck.
To the enemy, who is close,