So many charming flowers loved me:
Some of them were Daisy, Lily, Jasmine and Rose
But I loved the one among them was Rose
''Rose- The Queen of flowers'',

The night rain sing the song
To benumb my soul all along.
Grief breaks heart's fence
Over the hills of silence

The word that ignited my incombustile mind,
I raised then the marasmus jowl upward
And opened my sutured mouth.
Eyes were cascading the caged fervour

I open the casement of my soul
To encamp me into your tent of life,
As I'm a temporary tenant in this world,
I want to be with the one I believe.

A new day has come in my shell,
Underneath my chrysalis of life
For the metamorphosis of my shadow
When I listened to the rain,

Once I searched for salvation
With my blind mind and sinful heart
Through the breast of a secluded land
But salvation was smiling,

Souls of thought dance in gloom
Hopes and dreams of life abide to bloom.
Fresh air of solitudeness now I feel
Like the caress of breeze in my heel.

The eyes of twilight gaze at a candle,
Burning under the baluster of a churchyard.
Breeze fluctuating its flame softly,
White doves of love fluttering their wings

Thou immured me in the mirrors
Of thy soul admitting all the errors,
All the unforgettable transgressions
And all the fiendish agressions

If Sky is my way,
And Rainbow is my chariot,
Where Sun and Moon will be the torch of my chariot,
Clouds as the feathers of my chariot,

Stab me with a dagger
Over my wounded heart
And crush my fragile mind
With your cruel words,

You are far away from me
In a distance, alive
Where I can't reach and search of you.
The face of you, I don't know-

Thy eyes shine, comely; O Rose,
Thou art mine, love me!
By heart and soul and be close

Oh, beauideal! unveil thine plaid,
Where my heart and love I laid.
Thine parts shone, lo! 'bejewelled belle'

The love throbbed deep in his thoughtful mind,
Swung like a pomegranate fruit,
All the time by a strange wind
Of his own heart's drought.

I lost everything,
That I had in my life.
Hopes disappeared
And Dreams faded away from me.

A fallen flower lost its sobriety
And floated in the deluge of life's variety.
Its life begun right from the genesis
Breathing the immortal love

Deep in my lonesome heart;
Of its forsaken desert
Growing a thorny swollen cactus,
Cannot be touched by your tactus.

I needn't a Sun at dawn,
To warm my passions.
Or Sunlit, I wished so!
May our love be warmed!

'Tis the perfect time to remember
O, I recall all to this December
Those burning embers
Of my smouldering souls' chambers;


In a preposterous world I shall claim for nothing! ! ! ! !)


For My Rose!

So many charming flowers loved me:
Some of them were Daisy, Lily, Jasmine and Rose
But I loved the one among them was Rose
''Rose- The Queen of flowers'',
As I was The Orchid-The King of flowers! .
In our garden of love we gazed at each other
She loved the elegance of my 'hair',
And her 'style' of petals and fragrance I loved.
Those staminiferous pollens of fervour,
Stimulated love in our hearts-
That bloom'd dreams of florescence days.
But in the spring she departed from me
By the mighty hands of a brutal gardner;
He kissed at her ruddy cheeks so sweetly,
Ornated a gold ring in her slender finger,
And decked her neck with garland,
In my pain he decorated his bouqet of life.
'Twas then my heart winced in the hands of wind,
'Twas that day I lost the elegance of my soul
'Twas that time I became a lunatic in lonliness,
This friable floral life may fall down soon
Though my Rose must be beautiful for ever
Because once''The King of flowers loved her..


Siyabonga A Nxumalo 02 December 2011

A truly gifted writer with amazing talent, a great friend indeed with encouraging comments all the time, , , he always paints a clear picture with every work he shares with us, , , a truly amazing person, , , , , , , , ,

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John Hancock 04 November 2011

Save me was a beautiful poem to read there is much power in your words such heartfelt lines thta allow your poem to sing whilst it is being read well done take care

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Ralph The Elf 24 October 2011

i like what u did with freedom and footprints

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Unwritten Soul 02 October 2011

Exotic words owner, creative hand is Vipin's nick names. Writing look so easy and words so friendly when vipin take the pen in hand. Personally i do not know who is Vipin before, but i can feel that the poet has good and light hearted. Remarked as talented poet, Vipin is truly a good one..The art to write is always asking to out from his mind. so we need no wait for his new write. Writing is the passion but the skill Vipin got make it a good complimentary to be great known Indian Poet one day. So i am glad meeting a various people in different background in poem hunter.. Pool of talents...and Vipin is here too, keep more writing Vipin, your supportive friend_Unwritten Soul

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Ahmed Khaled 06 January 2012

I can not find myself unless i can find my friend [vipins] besides i can not look at myself unless i can look at my friend [vipins], because, when i find my friend [vipins] and look at him at the very same time, i find and look at true effective poetry, which deserves to be found and looked at, exactly as any artistic masterpiece deserves so, i'm really proud, having a real friend and a wonderful man of poetry, thank you alot my friend being my friend your friend and brother: : : AHMED KHALED

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Rosi Caswell 28 July 2012

Love the enthusiasm and passion which goes into your writing

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Unwritten Soul 22 July 2012

Thanks Vipin for your encouragement to me continously As for you, a great writer who travel so far just to find your dream I wish you all the best, never give up and each of your sweat will get paid soon....Trust yourself, take it from south, Precious spicy India Remember the spirit from south, just like gasoline lamp...take it to shine from below to above. Keep shine and never give up :) _Unwritten Soul

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Dead Leaf 09 May 2012

waiting for your new poems...

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Samra Haq 23 March 2012

I have read your poems. You are really a great poet. Keep it up.

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Wahab Abdul 18 March 2012

Vipins is the name of a young man from India, and having a hand spread to help and to encourage others, he is a budding bard of india with excellent phraseology and an intuitive mind to create new epithets, he is master of new concept and ideas, the style of writing is unique and original, may i call it vipins' style, he is young, so i see that future belongs to him in the field of poetry.

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