Venkatesh M. R.
Biography of Venkatesh M. R.
Engineer with Poetry, Cartoons, Sports, Music, jokes, Philosophy and Laughing at Himself as hobbies.Now working as Process Associate in Mastech India Pvt. Ltd in Mangalore
Venkatesh M. R.'s Works:
Humour Poems, The Way We Are, Mother Nature, I Wonder As I Wander, Sincere Verses, Visual Nature Verses, Poems and Haikus.
- Om - The Sound -new-
Venkatesh M. R. Poems
Sweet desires of life Cover the mind field To pursue and satisfy While the Nature rarely obliges.
Life Is A Plant In My Garden…
In serene mist in dawn Buds blossom With aspirations. - Childhood.
They Have The Right To Dream
Synonymous with endless struggle for the bare minimum, Their mornings begin with scraping the dust bins, They are human scavengers; Our waste is their fruits of labour.
Do I Love You?
When you pass by me I enter the abode of galaxy Stars of my longing shine Behind darkness of my loneliness.
A Poem For Valentine Day
Every road I walk along, I walk along with you Breathing the fresh air Which with you I like to share.
Let joy and happiness, Light in each one of our life In this special festival With near and dear one’s together.
Beauty of the soul In you behold, So serene at night Like a bride holding a light.
Please Forgive Me...
In the dawn When light shines You are mine, Please forgive me...
The reflection of happiness, With pretty colors of aspirations In motion from plant to plant of the days Possessing the grace of Moon,
Singing a song with faith Deep in the hearts of beings to plough By toiling in the fields of life
Your Silent Presence
Like in the cool breeze the serene glow of the tree Your presence enchant and make me free With peaceful touch to my body and soul
Agony Of Missing You
Wind traverses my face With your elegant grace Like lamp post in harbor
Stingy Oldman’s Last Wish
Stingy Gopal had made a lot of money Which he saved without spending a penny. But now he was on his death bed, Knowing this his whole family had gathered.
Heart ached at the beauty, Blossoming of crimson bud; Feast before my eyes,
Singing a song with faith
Deep in the hearts of beings to plough
By toiling in the fields of life
A farmer at the rain drops of hope leaps.
Sweating away the charred bonds
With anvil of present moment