Vikram Basu (18 March,1994 / Calcutta)
Vikram Basu Poems
Strange But True
This fan I see, its moving & airing me Although I don't know whether it really wants it! Is it airing me against its wish? Hence, having a discomfort feeling.
15.08.47 was the day we achieved Independence. Days have passed since then,
Submission Or Re-Defiance
Lets face it you pathetic gentlemen I know you all are obsessed freaks; You are suffering addiction of earthly shits. Illusion is twisting you like a giant serpent
My Image, You Know?
There is this mirror I see, I can view an image of me. Is it me really? no it can't be. Who is this? this is'nt me.
There was once that cretin nomad, Whom people called a lunatic, a crazy guy. Had no dress but a torn rag over his waist. He looked like a roadside homeless like any other.
What I thought & what came out! Million hopes got shattered now. Heart hesitating to beat today This blow is unbearable all the way.
School Or Factory?
Like everybody, I thought it is where we learn all. It is the place to get educated from; The sacred spot where teaching happens.
Derailed we are from the path of salvation, We are floating striaght towards our damnation.
Wild, Young & Free
It is a phenomenal stage my mind is in, Never trying to stop at any price. Journeys through the longest paths imaginable - Terminating all nightmares with its paws.
Unworthy To Be Trusted
To whom shall I render my help? All are damned and God-forsaken! Dad taught me to be helpful - But he forgot to teach how to read minds.
Can You Control It? No
Can you catch it any time? no. Do you think you can hold it? no. You, twisted with infatuation, How you even hope to control it, failing to hold yours!
For Those Two-Faced Twisters
The day has come & today is the day, It is this day when I say its enough! Make you paranoids stop sneaking around me - To put an end to your damn lives oh yes.
Sheer addiction holding its dominance over their hearts; Strange but as if they can't feel anything! How could this be happening anyway? Unless there was an insider who swayed them there -
Síenta Sér Ún Titan
Its time to burn, but not to turn ashes, Now is the moment to heat up your mind. Charge your heart with flames Make it produce lava instead of blood.
Derailed we are from the path of salvation,
We are floating striaght towards our damnation.
Nothing can halt us, may be not even God!
Unless we get a hold & rescue ourselves.
Illusioned we all are by earthly heavens;