Vikrant Jog Poems
That Melted Ice-Cream...
I saw her eyes,
Drowning in emotions,
I can't forget those days,
When we walked hand in hand,
Gloomed in overcast love,
When we completed each other,
All is gone,
Did my love felt short?
We met for the last time,
That ice-cream that we purchased,
Like we did in tears,
I will live with these memories,
You be happy…
A Phoenix Hymn...
Sometimes life takes a valiant turn,
A turn that compels you to change,
A change is desirable but not always
Still it is important for the disciplined display of immense maturity,
The disciple works and awaits in the hermitage,
But rather than cosmic nirvana its like being in a free go jail,
Its really pathetic when your presence is presumed
It hurts more when you can't convey it to them,