Biography of vaibhav shah
Hi.I am passionate lover of Literature.I have done my M.A. and M.Phil in English Literature.I am doing P.H.D. on the fiction of 2006 Noble Prize winner Orhan Pamuk.I have started writing poems only few days ago.I want to derive pleasure from every sphere of my life and share it in my poems.I like to interact with Intellectual people.
vaibhav shah Poems
My eyes are Red, my cheeks are Red From top to the bottom I am Red My nerves are Red, my passions are Red There is something that makes me Red
An Autobiography Of A Poet
I wonder how I started it I thought often But could never express One day......
Adventure Of Confused Mind
I want to write something But words fail me to express My sweet emotions Full of bitter experience
Yearning For Bygone Days
Where are those sweet days? When I was only a child Worldly affairs had not spoiled my mind The root cause of happiness
What Is Life?
What is life? Is it an account Of some dreams That are never fulfilled
Spring And Autumn
Today the night seems to be a burden In a mood of bitter reflection Troubled by an unknown venture And bewildered by nature of ‘Nature’
On A Strange Engagement
After few months Two souls Going to become one The silence
The Pleasure Of Disillusionment
I had cherished a dream A dream which consisted of A Romantic love Full of care for his companion
You say I must justify What I deserve I must clarify
Intellect: A Forbidden Fruit
Soul and Super soul Two separate entity But only one identity Merging into each other
I Feel You Death
Oh Deceitful Death! I feel your presence At certain moments In the deep darkness of the night
Ode To Moon
Ah! Mysterious Moon! Why do you come every night And spread your cool dim light? Your beauty is for us a consecration
The way I got involved I could not make revolt Their ill-intention Crushed my ambition
The Phantom Of Deconstruction
Where is centre? Inside the structure Or outside Or does not exist at all.
Ode To Moon
Ah! Mysterious Moon!
Why do you come every night
And spread your cool dim light?
Your beauty is for us a consecration
That provides us with contemplation
Are you really a concrete substance
Or merely an illusion to satisfy our glance?