Vikrant Jog Poems

The eyes that I saw,
Which I never saw,
Where the lake of love,
Which is a mere feeling,
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In the clumsy room,
Was left a sick fellow,
In lament,
For the deeds,
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The glass of ale,
And smoke in hand,
The bosom of madness,
Now,
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Somewhere in the woods,
There she stood,
Tipper-Tapper rain drops,
Nurturing blazing crops,
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The disturbing lone,
The thoughtless fake,
The emotional tone,
For my own sake,
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Once I traveled down her's happy steps,
So in, So deep,
I went still deeper,
And there I found a grave,
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Fake spiritualists drive me irate,
Disturbances kill the natural flow,
People procrastinate,
The word puzzles embedded with highly spiritualistic quotes,
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Mind is very beautiful phenomenon,
It thinks what we want it to,
If something is sensed being negative,
It provides us the complete chain of how those things could be perceived of being negative,
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An individual loved to travel,
A traveler, a sack, cigarettes, shoes and tracker denim,
Moved down his alley,
Smooth, rough, tough, dirty road,
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Wasting the time as having it in lots,
Surely hating the advisory, bloody white hair knots,

Possessing the quality of turning other's feelings humorous,
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