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.”
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?
Great books call on us, to tell, The reason of all ill fate, Is only the burning desire. Now I strongly ask,
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.
Divinity thy name is love. What more divine could there be, Than a lad and lady, Starting their journey with love,
Woman she is, great woman she is. Mistress of young, Companion of middle-aged, And nurses of old.
Unknown we came, Unknown we went. What have we done, In between,
Give me strength, For me to hurt. Give me words, For me to curse,
Give me strength,
For me to hurt.
Give me words,
For me to curse,
Give me sword,
For me to slay.
But, before I kill,
I shall be dead,
For I am in love.
Love, how cruel you are?