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.
Venkatesh M. R. Poems
Let It Be, As It Would Be
Things may change But root remains the same The melody of Nightingale Throughout the world is same.
Face Of Woman Of Resolve
Widowed young mother of two Found it was hard to live When her husband died in an accident With little money in his tent.
I Don’t Want To Go There
Winds of agony blow With coldness traversing the heart Causing chillness in my spine And my existence shiver.
In 1746, Britain was at war with Spain Ships belong to rival were sunk
Between Online And The Real – Line
Gopal was looking for a bride, He put parents advise aside And registered in a matrimony site Possessing beautiful wife in sight.
The Ever Filled Reservoir Of The School ...
Teachers in India like to impart knowledge So their students can have an edge Their Students are their pride Whom they proudly remember when they retire.
Your Eyes Are Perfectly Normal, But…
India is a democratic country And people from all walks of life can enter parliament Without qualification or ability Just by manipulating citizen’s empathy.
Please Forgive Me...
In the dawn When light shines You are mine, Please forgive me...
Life Is A Plant In My Garden…
In serene mist in dawn Buds blossom With aspirations. - Childhood.
The X&Y Generation
Young generation are catching the express train Which moves forward not afraid of unknown Getting in and out at unfamiliar platform Taking the challenges by storm.
Highway To Hell?
Ambitions light up the road Beneath dark night of failures, Stepping up accelerator To grow in stature.
Sweet desires of life Cover the mind field To pursue and satisfy While the Nature rarely obliges.
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.
Heart ached at the beauty,
Blossoming of crimson bud;
Feast before my eyes,
Attracting me to get close.
The pristine charm to possess
Was my intrinsic wish,