Vishal Sharma - Poems
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Poetry Series Vishal Sharma - poems - Publication Date: 2015 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Vishal Sharma() www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 ...Was Death Death! Ultimate result of his life all in grief, whether sons or wife created panic all around in a sudden that going person had let out his burden he was however not liked much many responsible for his situation such though so kindness that man hath but the ultimate result was death. Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 2 A.M The secret to happiness is to face the fact that the world is horrible. Bertrand Russell We live a way to come up our misery through blue veins But forgot the evils bleed onto the rotton thoughts Whose imbelick reek just made our mind a hell to think And something horrible is done, just to get the pleasure, We are unknown to each other blood and veins and wines And, those past done miseries do give us a better reason to cry That we are always guided by some evil spirits into our mind Who tend to the dark master of the fleshy and bony structure Those dark days into the thin air just disappered into woods And, witches are waiting to crawl into our horrible mind We are just unable to pick the beauty out of the horror. Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 2013-We Are Going To Die humans are the animals in the skins layered by epidermal tissue although a infected viral disease is spreading all along everywhere a disease called RAPIMA causing misfortune and blunders go with such humans infested in that virus and be among them murders, rapes, kidnapping_are you seeing this my god? we are going to die in this strange world sometimes, i think is this world belongs to me? ? Or anyone? ? Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 2046 We are expecting strange things when the world will change in catacombs and, we perish to take this serious matter lightely we were warned by our ancestors we have a challenge to save our world from the mighty clutch of the demons here we are certainly the only brain present here let me enter the hell first, you come after what are we doing is the whole shit i want you to stop my world from getting vanished You were warned... Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 28th Feburary 2002 (Gujarat Genocide) [Color=Red] A period of inter-communal violence in the indian state of Gujarat Two religions moulded India Into a face of such cruelty that is beyond IMAGINATION The attack on 27th Feburary 2002 on a train thought by most have been carried out by MUSLIMS The blood fury took place, killing 58 people Some of who were the activists returning from AYODHYA Races shaped the furious riots across cities And, muslims were killed at its best for themselves The women and girls were gang raped and, then, burned alive...(speechless) The small children were behaded or either hanged Pregenent women were stabbed and unborn babies Were taken out before their eyes(belive me, it happened) . Atmost 900 muslims and 100 hindus were killed, though report told it might be more than 2000 muslims www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 India has a blood slur on her face in the form of THE GUJARAT RIOT OF 2002 They are humans, my God, we are surrounded by them Let peace ever travel to the land of Mahatma Gandhi...[/color] Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 300 I am feeling honoured now As i am going to accoplish A tiny yet grusome feat. To the straight, my dear friend It is my 300th poem Don't you feel suprised I am here from 6th november And that was of the last year I have to achieve me more And one day will come When i will again write a poem And would title it 3000 Just my readers only bless me. As 300 is not an ordinary number With the same soldiers sparta defeated The imposible feat So i am humble to all my poems. Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 7 Wounds if i open up my brain nerves and spread it all across the globe half of the muscles have your name the other half held your memories my retina has lost its cons you were the colour it was addicted my eyeballs have lost what you call light my sensory nerves collapsed to blind spot you were the words i spoke your sentiments were my alphabet i lost my language and my voice i am a deaf with no choice your songs that were sugar to my ears has melted there for forever now even the most soulful music is a stand still malacholy for me you were the knife i was playing with you were the danger i was unaware of playing with my sensory organs you gifted me some eternal painful moments my heart beats just for the world inside i am dying with a razor your last words slashed up my heart your last look burnt my emotions baby these are the 7 wounds i got it was the return gift you gave my adjective may treat you well my heart knows you are worse than the hell Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 8 Haikus 1. The sun is magic I feel the need to hug it To the sun I'll fly. 2. Sky covers the world Keeping the sun and the moon Smiling to people. 3. The heavenly song Of the little tears splashing The waterfall’s beauty. 4. It's a land of dreams Without beginning and end Where I want to go. 5. Moonbeams light my life, Forward shine into my soul; This is wonderful. 6. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 Floating through the air Fluttering from bloom to bloom Drifts flits, glides to me. 7. 'till I fall asleep I'll watch the sky turn dark-blue In her protective arms. 8. Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 11 911 Cold winds gushing out when my throat had a shout began blood gushing away rather she had sway. i felt hunger in my heart my tears began to start my nose was bleeding children were reading. cold blow over my face will remain a life long chase ever caught in prision bars my mind will have scars. Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 12 A Bad Day In Your Heart I never ever think of this But, the way you dance across my bonafide muscles you make a man a worthy cry. You have an art to start the fire out of the chills and then my neck you roast and, gulp a two bottles vodka. Not a great start to live Why such comuflage feelings My days are permuted though Live your life, a worthy kind act...! ! Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 13 A Basket Of Tears Downward in the grace of respect seeking trauma, and, with some dissolvable solutes within the heart, closly approaching the holy scene of the family they are unaware... might be diseased, God knows Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 14 A Beautiful Talent We are well placed in the mighty arms of the human spirits To spell out the reason how to get the universe explored We have a changed the dogma of the pure religions and assets Though, A hungry lust to get all the existing power churn our minds. Selfless human flesh wandering the quest of answers of all powers Sweat of labor and hard blood rains do miracles We are surrounded by the beautiful demons of human ability too We put the world at the edge of the earth and we put our mind there. Our own habits have a talent too gasp the whole world into our fist And we are lucky to get such an honour by the almighty soul We burned our passion to burn the lights and candles Yes, we are at our best to make the world a worthy place to live. We are talented, we make rumours and burn people We make surprises and we destruct our own nests We the mighty power, an honest servant We have the potential to change the world, only with the bare hands.......! ! ! ! Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 15 A Broken Vase Talent never sheds their clothes whether they want to enter the scene or not talented gems are immortal and they deserve the seat besides the almighty upon airs whose influence is just enough to thrill you Imagine how powerful his soul would have been We lost a vase, today, a vase of verses into it and, in future no other vase would be as beautiful As this golden vase, God keeps great with himself Its the law of the nature, another law WE MUST ABIDE BY IT.. Vishal Sharma www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 16 A Cell My life full of devil deeds so I paid the price Being in the prision It sucks! ! ! Life has bad taste here and, future is fully ruined Silly noises are almost common And, nights are never less than a nightmare.