Vikram G. Aarella
Biography of Vikram G. Aarella
I am from Kolar Gold Fields, a small city situated deep in the heart of South India. I started writing poems for fun and some of my poems were very popular in my college. Some situations or things make me write a poem, though not always a good one. I will appreciate your comments and advise. Take a minute to rate them, so that I can get an idea about how good or bad my poems are. Be honest in criticism.
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Vikram G. Aarella's Works:
'Oriental Views' - A collection of Poetry.
Vikram G. Aarella Poems
The girl with dark and beautiful hair, Her eyes are lovely and her skin fair. She is like a full bloomed flower With beauty, I can’t bear
00 - My Mother
In life’s ups and downs, good or bad She’s always with me happy or sad I will always long for my mother’s blessings No matter which way my fate swings, .
Gandhi – The Mahatma
Latest to arrive, in the line of holy men Your beginnings were very humble No one knew the power within you then. You made the British Empire crumble.
I have lost my livelihood, I can’t stand where I stood, I have become lazy and bored People say that I have been bangalored.
00 - Advice To All New Poets
Please write what you feel like Don't worry about Tom, Dick and Mike Any one abusing you, let me know With vengeance on them, I will strike.
00 - Bingeing Britain
The Binge drinking youth of Britain, Filling the pubs in every corner Drinking all night until morning, for certain By Friday night, decency is effectively over.
Like a desert without rain, Like a mother without child, Like a temple without god, Is my life without her.
Wherever I go, whatever I do I just see you smiling there Your heart was my home without it now, I have gone bare.
Dark clouds had just burst into rain, I was alone, travelling in the train. It was just beginning to gain speed, I had with me Sunday newspaper to read.
Bush And Blair
Bush and Blair Went to the desert fair To fetch a pail of oil
The King Cobra
The king is on the prowl It doesn't walk, but crawl Ordinary prey is not in its mind, Its hunts only its own kind.
Blew My Worries Away.
I am doing, what I am supposed to Accompanying life, where ever it takes me, I have blown all my worries in thin air Thinking about failures is a waste of time,
The Solar Eclipse
Was it night in day? , When nature has its say Everyone ought to obey It has to be that way.
They are seen just for a month or two But what a wonderful job they do, They change the mood and atmosphere
My Lovely Lover
Words cannot describe her
Blooming like a young flower
With her mesmerising power
Made me love her forever
I wonder why she was
Like a flower in a vase
Doing the job sincerely
Making my life lively