Biography of Vidi Writes
I write poems to get pleased that my feelings are out on paper.After going through this site for sometime, i felt to post some of mine and watch the response. oops.... Hope it will work fine.
Writing my experiences to the outside world is not to get the fame but to make it known as to how differently or similarly all of us feel in this amazing, wonderful LIFE. If my poems inspire any that will be the gift to me, from this 'LIFE'.
To write the true experiences of one's life, one needs sincerity. Also there is a doubt in many minds 'why to', 'how to', 'what to', 'where to'express. I have found the reasons for most of those questions and thats why i want to share my writings with all.
I am into software development where time is very precious thing to spare for my literary work. But i will not give up the hope to create my own time and space to write.
Vidi Writes Poems
She is born Not with silver spoon She gives us a life of Gold.
I wonder why a trustworthy Seldom trusted! Is a trusty so enigmatic to you?
A Philosophy On ‘use And Throw’
Don’t ever complain – ‘They use me’ Let them use. What are you born for, else?
It’s my all time favorite repose-compartment Open the pages to see my ingenuous chapters Wonder why I have lost my innocence supplement Once, that stance was part and parcel of all my matters!
Zip Of Zilch
He has great appraisal for poets Neruda, Pushkin, Eliots’ Kalidasa, Tagore, Keki… List is on and on
A Marathon Run
In this stadium of life I see everyone busy running Not, all are athletes No ghost chasing at back
Deep red, gradual transformation to Orange then Gold Follows the yellow, then spread the color blue Color of the Dawn, pure and cool Moisture of Blooming love, Outlook -Splendid Clever.
A winner is always at hunt His shot hits the nerves Divulge – ‘Tough as Odd Boots’ 'Truth' explodes, bitter forever
Miles To Go
In his “Snowy Evening” Robert Frost says – “But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep”
My venture an impulsive start Unfastened into water and looked around Appeared a calm ocean from above Hidden beneath countless treasures
Thousands of new ventures Took birth with Expectations Twisted to fit into self-images Reflected - own perceptions.
A Writer’s Concern
All I need is a few minutes privacy Let me write to my heart’s content. Once my writing is published
A Roadblock The cause - Public Distribution System
Girls Please Listen
Girls Please Listen It’s since a long time I am watching There is a lot of difference
‘Saga’ in words or in twisted beep
Not known, whether I should narrate,
In hoot or in Chuckle, but with spice and pizza
And then I meet you, a listener, on the shoreline
It’s this turn of life, where I have you in sea
An elite ear of the moment, beside me.