Biography of Vinod Sharma
Know me by my words alone.
Vinod Sharma Poems
I sit wondering in the sun, Who forged this puzzling one With infinite poise charm and grace And many strange and wondrous ways.
A cigarette is lit, Up in smoke it goes, It is lit again.
Fading blush of the bottle brush Green gulmohar all aflame Summer kisses spring. Again.
Broken Leaf 6
To the leaf at him laughing, Said the broken leaf, You will too fall that day, When so desires ‘that' tree.
Black clouds of corrupt politicians Seem to have swallowed India's sun, The skies are a weeping at this turn, But for them this river of tar is fun.
Far Yet Near
Though we are physically far and apart, I am in you and you beat in my heart, Our whispers of love we can clearly hear, But not the words of those who are near.
Egypt's New Tv Channel
Colour television, Black veil, Modern technology, Medieval jail.
Broken Leaf 1
Sonia, Sibal And The Net
He never gives up, this son of Nero; In 2G he tried and scored a big zero, Akash was a goli, a plain eyewash, Now the net he is out to white wash.
Big Man, Small Man
'Be cool! ' How easy it is for me to say it, as difficult as it is
When I'm with you, My love finds A melancholic expression; Exhilaration
Wake Up, Sovereign
Wake up sovereign, stop this plunder, Don't let them tear your land asunder, For leaders elected in your name,
He wanted to love her in her vein, But all his efforts were wasted in vain, Forgetting their bond, He went for the blond,
Heaps Of Ash
From the heap
Of my ashes
A tiny flame rises
Even as embers have died.
Don't nurse this flame
And fan it not,
For the fire shall consume
And leave behind
Two hopelessly pulverised
Heaps of ash,
On charred ground.