Biography of Anand Shankar
Currently, a student of computer science at BITS-Pilani, India. The field of computer science and Indian history fascinate me. I also like to debate over social and ethical issues.I am a vocalist in my college's music club. I like to play games and do a bit of sketching.
I like writing.This is a series of poems I have written and I would be gratified to read your feedbacks about the same.
Anand Shankar Poems
Nights Without The One Who Made My Night...
I hold the glass high Full of pain and gloom Of losing my love I make a toast with sigh
When I Don'T Like You
There are times, that I don't like you And you don't like me, I know that too But I want you to know, Oh dear, I swear All of that time, I still love you
Two drops of tears rolled down my cheek It was raining outside, it was pouring heavy Two drops of tears rolled down her cheek Yeah, it was raining heavy
Amidst all those rovers Wandered a cloud, so ebullient Plethoric with the divine aqua To pour down, to relish its scent
Its My Life
Its my life, we all say 'I've got to live it my way' But is it so? my eyes blink As more n more I try to think
With an outburst, he rushed Tears gushed His tiny feet Cover as much ground they could
Castle Of Sand
I remember the first time I touched your hand And you touched mine it felt so fine
be it dusk, be it dawn the battle is always on between myself and me gloomy or glee
I Am Not Christ
I have had my share Of hatred and lies The sour taste of the tears in my eyes
In a dark room amidst the halo of smoke Ruminating over life left so sullen, so morose
A Prayer To Death
O Lord of Death Please embrace my soul For now there is no mission I am left with no goal
On the lonely streets we find them Strangers, as they are referred to We give our hearts to some of them And also love, so precious and true
There he is so tenuous so thin Hairs all colly, temple full of dust In eyes so pallid and a pointed chin He looks like a rod covered with rust
Its My Life
Its my life, we all say
'I've got to live it my way'
But is it so? my eyes blink
As more n more I try to think
When born as infants
You are the doll of our parents
Molded and carved the way they mean
As you take a step forward and grow into a teen