Biography of Wini Jose
Poetry is the language of the heart and a poet is someone who can understand that language. Poetry was there in my mind from a very young age and I started writing poems when I was just 10.I wouldnt call myself a poet because I am just too young to be a poet! !
Wini Jose Poems
The Story Of A Stray Cat
Two little ears above her tiny head, She was thin since she was not very well fed. Everyday she would come at my doorstep with a seductive mew, Waiting anxiously for the bones of last night's duck stew.
The Life Of A Flower
Under the great bright sun, Stands a little bud dancing with fun. The tender petals are all wrapped up, Like a pink fairy cup.
The mountain is steep, My pace, I just cannot keep. A tumbling stone or a hurricane, Can put me in huge pain.
Imagine Beyond Imagination
Do you think you have ideas for life but feel life can’t wait, Then I think you are in my present state. I want to discover the difference in life, my journey, But for that I have to be beyond extraordinary.
I Dont Know
‘I don’t know’, I always do say, From the time of my birth to this very day. Sometimes I really hate the very sound of life, What is it? Nothing but a big doleful strife.
Sometimes so good, sometimes so bad, Sometimes with a frown and sometimes really glad. This is my sister and I really don't know her behavior, Because sometimes she's Lucifer and sometimes a savior.
Dark and rumbling heavenly sky, Man and animals wait with their throats all dry. Wondering when that crystal clear nectar, Will trickle down their body and into every sector.
Miles away I see a shining star, But to reach there I need to cross a big war. That war is my life which I often think about, And stand in the middle of that battlefield filled with doubt.
If Animals Could Speak
A koala bear looks blankly at a tractor, Destroying his home without any shame. A tigress looks helplessly at a man killing her son for fur, People do all this just for money and fame.
The Lamp Of The Night Sky
Up above in the night sky, When the foxes are all awake, wicked and sly. There shimmers a silver light, So cool and white, and so beautifully bright.
When I come walking all tired and lazy, Feeling all the more crazy. I see that heavenly door in front of me, I wait in front of it just to see,
There sits something on that mango tree, But suddenly it becomes invisibile, I just cannot see. It crawls to the branch ahead, To eat a little fly which immediately fled.
From my window, I sometimes do look, When distracted from my physics note book. That building they are constructing in front of mine, Yes it looks gigantic, but it looks fine.
The sun has risen, the world is new, The sky has a new shade of blue. Under this vast open what do we see? I am sure it's something that'll make you flee.
I Dont Know
‘I don’t know’, I always do say,
From the time of my birth to this very day.
Sometimes I really hate the very sound of life,
What is it? Nothing but a big doleful strife.
Walking on this very rough road I am blamed for everything,
And appreciated for nothing.
Why is it that no one understands me?
And presents me with sorrow but no glee.
Why is it that everything I do is a mistake?