Biography of Vikrant Jog
Nothing as a biography. I am a student of commerce, have liking for poetry and literature. Just want to improve and depict maturity in the poems.
Vikrant Jog Poems
The Tears In Desert
Once upon a time in a desert, There was a camel and an oasis, Large terrain, scorpions, rattlesnakes, cruel sun and cactus, Camel galloped its way through the painful elements,
Love makes you feel like a butterfly in a paradise, Sometimes it takes a tragic end, How does someone goes rude with the latter, Many of them need former more than the water,
That Melted Ice-Cream...
I saw her eyes, That day, Deep, Drowning in emotions,
Mist On The Mirror...
When I saw in her eyes, That day I recollected, Recollected the time, I had spent viewing me,
Somewhere in the woods, There she stood, Tipper-Tapper rain drops, Nurturing blazing crops,
The Edge Of Circumference...
A land of Sublime Archons, Where secrets of Royal Blood are withheld, Let us know what are the truths, Truths of creation, protection and destruction,
Just One Minute
Mind is very beautiful phenomenon, It thinks what we want it to, If something is sensed being negative, It provides us the complete chain of how those things could be perceived of being negative,
Come on you all and join the tragedy of life, No bread, no wine and depressed husband from his wife, A man beaten up on crowded roads, And the crowd stands life a dumb toads,
The Dream From The Past
Every night I dream, Thousands of hours of war, Mother Nile emits the tale of my scar, The Land of Sphinx and Pharoahs of the damned,
The Confused Birds
Sometimes things happen the way you don't want them to, There was a Pigeon and a Dove to guide the life through, Together they ate, Together they flew, The pigeon was ready to wait a life long,
The Anonymous Spirit...
The lake of solace was never turbulent one, Truly, it never looked that way, But earth's core has its own say, You, Me, I, We, They cannot have its guarantee,
The War Against The Tide.
The brave kingdom of blood and swords, Was doomed to fail, Goblins marched, Cavalry vibrating the land with its mere walk,
I met a girl, Pretty, lovable and loved her a lot, But she burnt my heart, I was always happy till then with whatever I had,
Wasting the time as having it in lots, Surely hating the advisory, bloody white hair knots, Possessing the quality of turning other's feelings humorous,
Why can't I live with the love and the bliss,
It always dices me with tremendous stress,
We are the infants for the Almighty God,
Stuck always into the deserted cause,
Then we are alone, we know whom we need,
Then someone should be ready for a mutual deed,
Being alone could be like crushing a majestic wall,
But can we go against the nature's call,