Hey! Mr.Pothole by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
I was on road, riding on my bike, Something hit me or I hit something, which I dint like, For a moment, I said hi to my soul, Never realized, that there was a pothole. Hey Mr.Pothole, you are no crater, For this is a road, you are just a clutter, You are ugly, why […]
Happy Teacher’s Day by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
World was new to me, it made me curious, I had lots of questions, and I was dubious, It was dark out there, I dint know how I could cope, It is then I saw light, you came in as a ray of hope. You guided me well, showed me the right path, You put […]
Get together by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
It was in the evening, I got a call, A gentle greetings from the other side, it was my old pal, It was nice to talk to him, after a long while, Talking everything from past to present, our memories did pile, Not only us, but we were many, It had been a long time; […]
Fear by Vinko Kalinić
My darling, all these words are just deep sigh a shivering breath on my lips in the abyss black of deceptive interior all my thoughts are scattered like crystal glasses in rotten intestines of the broken showcase I’d love you my darling to enter into my dream that our fire burns like a bonfire so, […]
Even if I don’t hear your voice, I know by Vinko Kalinic
Even if I don’t hear your voice, I know by Vinko Kalinic That light which reflects from your face, burns inside me like some sort of night Sun. Turning night into a day. And also, day into a night. Lost, I’m trying to find that path which leads there – there, where everyone would like […]
Don’t know the answer by Vinko Kalinic
Don’t know the answer by Vinko Kalinic you ask me: why I love you? yes, you? to me absolutely unknown being? but you don’t ask me how deep are those eyes of yours? and how can a living man not feel what burns inside those eyes? so festive. and warm. I don’t know the answer. […]
Dog’s love by Vinko Kalinić
I still wake up in the middle of the night and I bark at the Moon like a dog your eyes wake me up and those hidden powers you have you Naughty Black Devil and what can I say when you know everything from the first moment since we met you’ve stolen the stars the […]
Dear Traffic Signal by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
I see you every day, you are always there, Sunny day or rainy day, you do your job with care, You might be happy, you might be sad, You change colors, green, yellow and red, There was time when I could pass by you in seconds, Now there is too much of traffic, minutes or […]
Confessions of a Software Engineer by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
I run only when my arse is on fire, I work better under pressure, My brain is somehow wired to be motivated for a hike, That is why I am still travelling on a bike, I dreamt of onsite, either short term or long term, I kept waiting and waiting, you dint confirm, I come […]
Black song about a black woman and red wine by Vinko Kalinić
In the black pub at the black table the black woman is sitting In the black glass red wine’s flashing in the applause humming people coming and leaving From the black piano black sounds are spreading Black thoughts under the black table protruding and creeping black people emptying and licking black glasses Only the black […]
Birthday party blunder by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
It was a beautiful evening; it was a colorful day, It was something special; it was my niece’s birthday, The hall was decorated, with balloons fully blown, She was looking so pretty, with beautiful green gown. Guests did arrive, celebrations did start, Cake was on the table, waiting to be cut. Candles were lit, everything […]
Beautiful Stranger by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
HE: She is so beautiful, who is this stranger? She is a BOMB, not just another cracker, Is it light or her smile, shining so bright? I can see just her, blinding my sight, I got bowled by her, by just a glance, Hope to see her again and get another chance, I got this […]
Ballad about a stinking flower by Vinko Kalinic
Ballad about a stinking flower by Vinko Kalinic I met this flower many times and every time I touches me with tousled beauty of its colours, and also with a sad, untold story about how people behave and name things. If there’s a crumb of soil, as they tell me – it’s growing everywhere! And […]
Altar amid the sea by Vinko Kalinic
Altar amid the sea by Vinko Kalinic One has asked some other one once there: excuse me the old mate, but can you possibly tell me what is that hill there that sticks out above the open sea evil and rough the other one is answering to this one back: nothing son, that hill there […]