Vishal Sharma Poems

The pink and orange hues of evening
sky,
are beautiful yet sad, as all goodbyes.
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The wind blows her hair,
Over her baby blue eyes
And this will be the moment that I
dare,
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The burn in your eyes shines so bright
You’ve grown up and grown so strong
You pushed, you pulled, and you’ve
fought all night
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Ah - the Sweet singing searing ache
of hearing the siren's song -
that leaves you hanging by its thread
Long after she's gone.
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Long long long ago
a great mind quoted
my best words till now
these are
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Heat of cold sun
give you burn
middle in the forest
no place for rest
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traitor
i am your new hater
now you go to hell
then i will be well
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Experiences are playing hide and seek with my emotions
though i am a rather weak gust of winds
and feelings generated though might not be great
as being so much qualified, i am now an undergraduate...
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a king needs
kindness in his blood
being generous
in his waters.
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Time has come to the same place
from where it was started
and being short of words
i am writing down now
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