A stranded sailor

SCANNING HORIZON TO HORIZON IN THE HOPE OF GOD’S NON EXISTANT PITY.
I WAS HAGGARD AND LEFT UNCARED ON THE BRINK OF INSANITY.

I CLUNG ON TO A FLOATING PLANK WAITING FOR THE FATEFULL WAVE
WHICH WOULD NOT GIVE A SECOND THOUGHT TO GIVE ME A WATERY GRAVE.

SOAKING IN THE WATER FOR HOURS TOGETHER,
DESPAIR AT THE STATE OF MY LIFE HAD SET.

MY MIND WITH A DILEMMA BEGAN TO FRET,
LIFE OR DEATH, I DID NOT KNOW AGAINST WHICH ONE TO BET.

I RESTRAINED FROM LEAVING THE PLANK WHICH WOULD END ALL MY PAINS,
FOR A LITTLE VOICE SAID IN MY MIND”PAPA LOOK AT ME FLY MY PLANE”

WHEN MY HOPE BEGAN TO WANE AND WILT
I SAW A SHIP SAILNG BY.
I MUSTERED MY STRENGHT AND SWAM TO IT.
‘I AM SAVED, I AM SAVED’ SHOUTED I, IN MY MIND.

SAFE ON THE DECK I THINK OF THE VOWS
I MADE DURING MY WOES DURING MY TIMES OF SORROW,
THEY GAVE ME THE STRENGTH TO DEAL THE ORDEAL!
AND THE RESOLUTIONS I MADE, I WILL SURELY FULFILL.

- I.VIJAY ADITYA

I am a survivor

A MAN’S JOURNEY

There goes a man through the sands of time.
With chin up high towards the rising sun

He knew not of the life ahead,
Full of challenges and hard ships to be met.
For life till then had been a bed of roses, a collection of a wonderful prose.

But then, the path became a difficult stair
And he struggled to accept the stark air.

Now he had hostile people to deal, the scarcity of a smile made him lose his zeal.
The pride in his heart was there no more as it ebbed out leaving him cold and low.

But determined,
He waded through the troubled tide,

His toil made him tall
His every drop of sweat made his life sweet.
His wisdom drove away the boredom of work
His wealth changed his social stature, but the truth he never forgot……….

He who changes along with a change succeeds.
He is the one left behind who pays not heed to the changing need.

I.VIJAY ADITYA

When I was in love......a few poems

Poem 1:
I have this disease ,
For love is indeed a disease with such beautiful pain;
Be my doctor, not to heal , but to increase this blissful agony and make my life worth living.

Poem 2:

My heart throbs, so hard, I feel it may burst;
It throbs when you’re near me;
And always you are here;
Your clear innocent face following me ;
Right into those dreams and thoughts I never though existed.

Poem 3:
Love…
What a sweet four letter word,
What intense insanity does it hold within its innermost reaches,
What bliss does it give even to the one denied of it,

I have come to feel its hot breath,
blow right down my neck,
into that empty crevice which once held my heart.

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Science in a poem

Science for many is a glittering shrine

In science every novice is a genius
and every genius is a novice

it is about amalgamation of different insights
and not comparing which insight is better

it is a pirsuit akin to worship
where no ego should spoil the wonderful search for the truth

Science gives man a shine of explanation
in this amazingly unexplainable world

And when the world becomes completely explainable
Science will lose its glitter for man