Biography of Thomas Viruvelil
Architect and management Consultant by profession.Have been writing poems for sometime on love, frustrations and death.
Thomas Viruvelil's Works:
Thomas Viruvelil Poems
Be With Me Always
Looking at your face seeing those whisphering eyes feeling you close to me I simply do not know
God Laughing At Me
I asked him: 'Can I see the body? ' 'Yes.before the doctors come' He opened the door
Alone, How Long I Can Go?
Alone, how long I can go? Do I need to hear your voice near me? Do I need to feel your sweating hand inside my hand, Making me feel you are with me.
One More Day With You
Like a man sentenced to death I count each day as if it is precious It is a real pity you cannot extract even a bit of love for me
Onam And King Mahabali
Long long back We had this King called Mahabali When he was ruling, there was no sins.
Walking Close To Green Paddy Fields
As days pass by you become more sweet more beautiful more lovable.
I Deserve Nothing Good
I deserve nothing good. Not even a good homely food not even a bed coffee not even some one to care me when I am sick
Celebrating Each Moment Of Life
Today sitting close to you walking with you your breath and hot body so close to me I feel as if I am in heaven.
Pain Of Being Alone
I feel the terrible pain of being alone Having no one to share your feelings, worries Having no one to listen to you Having no one to dream with you
Dream Me Dead
This day 27 december,2003 Smi you have told me
God Laughing Madly
Smi Today Christmas day will be remembered by me till I die From Panampilly Nagar bus stop to just before reaching
Hoping For Hope
Do I want to live? To live I need hopes Do I have hopes? No.
Dancing With Burning Madness
Dreams hold me together dreams of days and nights spent as one being; giving ecstacy new names
I Am Not Alone
I am not alone I can feel you walking close I can hear you talking to me I hear your giggles
I Deserve Nothing Good
I deserve nothing good.
Not even a good homely food
not even a bed coffee
not even some one to care me when I am sick
not even someone to talk freely
not even someone to feel anxious about me
not even some one to feel my fever
not even some one to keep blanket on my trembling body
not even some one to waste a dropp of tear on my forehead