Venkatesh Davangere Poems

What will you gift me dear?
A milk or a poison?
Oh! My heart can accept the both.
Though they both makes me live little longer in this never ending melancholy, milk may spare me from your memories and move on to find oasis of happiness and peace; poison drowns me into alcohol as an antidote to live little longer to requiem your memories.
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Life is
like
a
whisky bottel;
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I transformed myself into
a book,
and offered you to read.
You read half and gone away
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The moment when I think your not mine anymore,
my tears kisses the cheeks,
my nose blocks by cold,
a thin layer of smile on
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It rains outside my window
I just run out of my home to see the sky,
With tearful eyes I gaze the sky
for a moment without closing the eyelids.
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A forcible smile,
an artificial speach,
dedication of painfull tears
to the murmuring nigts,
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who are you?
Are you my dream? Or reality?

Everytime if i dream
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Tears fall along my cheek; if I stand
they fall along my ears; if I sleep
and they wet my pillow.
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They say; she broke your heart
They say; she deceived you
They say; she used you
They say; she will be happy now
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Hay my dear friend,
Questions-those confronts
before our face
sometimes are quite irritative.
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