Vimal Kumar N
Biography of Vimal Kumar N
I am Vimalkumar.N, An MBA student from INDIA.I'm just a small kid in the world of poetry...Poetry is not just a hobby for me. POETRY is the air i breathe. poetry is my way of saying hell to the materialistic world.I dedicate this poems to my family which includes my dearest friend Nisha...these poems are robbed from my dreams.. Dreams about My Only love.
Vimal Kumar N Poems
You are a bouquet of walking roses, your smile freezes my sleepy eyes that dozes, your eyes melt my little tranquil heart, when the world sleeps a blossom blooms like an angel's dream,
A Candle Of Tears
A broken heart speaks love in every piece, but the pieces of my heart speak about you,
I'll never forget this summer forever, Your memories stick to my heart like sweetest candies, your voice is my strawberry lolipops, my nights are filled with chocolate flavoured dreams,
*the Sweetest Five Letter Word*
At a frozen night at the snowfall, I slowly hummed your name,
*i Love You
I fancy for that day, when your sweetest lips will say, a three words will take my breath away, I'll wait for u till my last mile,
The deep silence in the darkness says something aloud, the fragrance of my balcony jasmine says something when crushed, the tree's shadow says something to the woodcutter with an axe, the sweetness of the honey in the flowers say something to the bees,
: Amid of apple trees i found an angel tree. A poet's delight, an enviable glee, Leaves have been replaced by enticing feathers,
*farewell To None
I'm the footsteps along the seashore, I keep vanishing, I'm the little kid trying to catch the moon, I'm never gonna grew up,
*lucky To Be Her's
To the colorful roses that crown her hair, to the beautiful dresses that wear her beauty, to her girlish watches that have the sweetest times of their life, to her ornaments that dance along when she walk,
the sweet smelling flowers, do they ever cry? Because they can't smell their fragrance, the colorful rainbow,
*vote Of Thanks To My Fav Spot*
The last benches of the class rooms, know more no of love stories, million times heard yet never boring, the secret eyes gazing their secret loves,
*my First Love Letter*
Tranquilize my heart with your serene smile, Paint my violaceous night with your delicious lips, your beauty made evergreen cypress fell like fall leaves, cyanide will taste cyanic sweet cider with your kiss!
*a Letter To My Angel
My nights they melt like a piece of ice, your memory clouds bring a everlasting rain in my eyes, with every passing chilly cool breeze, my lonely broken heart will freeze,
Anonymous pain arise in my little heart, the moment after a meeting you depart, sometimes my mind cease thinking, while in your sweet voice my heart starts sinking,
Will i meet you ever?
will i meet you in earth?
or will i meet you in heaven?
if i meet you in heaven will there be tears?
could i call you my girl?