Biography of Vinita Sahu
Born and brought up in Calcutta, India.Have had inherent interest in fantasising poems and stories touching various aspects of life, nature, spirituality etc. All my writings have been deeply felt and penned down.They have all flowed out of my personality spontaneously.Hope you enjoy as much as I've enjoyed putting them on paper.
- Maami -new-
Vinita Sahu Poems
After Thirty Years
AFTER THIRTY YEARS After thirty years of breach, Met her along a muddy street,
Silence Is When........
Mind body and soul Blend in harmony, To sing the lyrics Over all testimonies.
The Mysticism Of Life
Life is a mystical game, Racing through a time frame, Where human fall again and again, To rise up again to attain.
Someone told me to change, And extend my horizon, To a newer range, But the expanse of my thought,
Glimpses Of Departed Souls
Glimpses of departed souls, Floating into the eyes, Fills them with film of tears,
The Morning Star
THE MORNING STAR Like a morning star into our lives,
My Restless Little Nephew
Oh! Those sparkles into your eyes, More radiant than the stars, In the darkened sky, Innumerable questions surfing,
The Strain Of Truth
THE STRAIN OF TRUTH The strain of truth,
Was the miss worthy amiss? And the void created a plotted bliss? Though darkness pitched aftermath, Provoked in him a deadly wrath,
The Captive Bird
The bird longed to fly high, Above into the blue sky, Her dreams soared, Her strength bored,
The Desolate Leaf
The leaf fell from the tree, Sad and dry, Who would fend it? It started to cry,
The Earth's Timeline
The river that's been flowing from eternity, Has enfolded many a civilisations within, Taught them the art of living and surviving, At the cost of one's own or other beings,
The Shadow In The Corridor
The shadow I saw in the corridor, Was the lady I met a decade before, Her silvery eyes cool as ever, Whatever went wrong then forever?
The Mysticism Of Life
Life is a mystical game,
Racing through a time frame,
Where human fall again and again,
To rise up again to attain.
Fluttering, struggling, pounding
Moving forward one tries to sustain,
Yet the paws of destiny,