Biography of Vinod Sharma
Know me by my words alone.
Vinod Sharma Poems
Black clouds of corrupt politicians Seem to have swallowed India's sun, The skies are a weeping at this turn, But for them this river of tar is fun.
Far Yet Near
Though we are physically far and apart, I am in you and you beat in my heart, Our whispers of love we can clearly hear, But not the words of those who are near.
A cigarette is lit, Up in smoke it goes, It is lit again.
Egypt's New Tv Channel
Colour television, Black veil, Modern technology, Medieval jail.
Broken Leaf 1
Fading blush of the bottle brush Green gulmohar all aflame Summer kisses spring. Again.
Sonia, Sibal And The Net
He never gives up, this son of Nero; In 2G he tried and scored a big zero, Akash was a goli, a plain eyewash, Now the net he is out to white wash.
Big Man, Small Man
'Be cool! ' How easy it is for me to say it, as difficult as it is
When I'm with you, My love finds A melancholic expression; Exhilaration
Wake Up, Sovereign
Wake up sovereign, stop this plunder, Don't let them tear your land asunder, For leaders elected in your name,
He wanted to love her in her vein, But all his efforts were wasted in vain, Forgetting their bond, He went for the blond,
Booms Of Silence
The din of silence Crashes into my ears, shadows of despair Crowd into my
Looking And Being
Moonlight On Wet Leaves
Moonlight on wet leaves
Makes them quiver in the still night,
Its mark of passionate love it leaves
And takes a hurried flight.
Still and forlorn they wilt
Dry and lifeless in painful separation,
Memories of love enjoyed to the hilt
Awaiting next celebration.