Poems written by Vinaya Joseph

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Vinaya Joseph

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God's child. My parents are my inspiration. Nature has been my teacher. A self-learner who loves being in the wild, and enjoys the company of children and animals..Since I am blessed with a beautiful life, I love to share my happiness with others. Oscillate between extremes of being an introvert and extrovert. Solitude beckons. Silence is my strength. It calms me down but there are times when it drives me crazy...Passionate about teaching science and performing on stage (only English plays). Though I never pursued it. Love being on the radio...Child at heart...Materialistic pleasures don't intrigue me...
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About Vinaya Joseph

God's child...nature and my parents are my greatest inspiration......a self-learner....crazy about the wild...love life...solitude beckons...silence gives me happiness but there are times when it drives me crazy....science is a passion, though I never pursued it.......child at heart...no liking for any materialistic pleasures...

The Cage

The Cage short poem

I wondered, What does freedom mean to me? Perhaps, it could be liberty From the internal struggle, That I undergo everyday… In the distance, Through my window, I saw a little bird in a cage, And I wondered, What would

Enigma

Enigma prose poem

Life is a puzzle, I am trying to solve… A dark mystery, On which, I am trying to shed light upon… As I struggle to solve this riddle, I seek from the creator, To place no fetters on my freedom,

Emancipation

Emancipation prose poem

I feel, A strange hunger A hunger for freedom… Though I have, Yet I desire… A deep unfulfilling kind of starvation… Can never get too much of freedom, The thought lingers, To play on my mind… Freedom… Intangible yet priceless,

Black Tea

Black Tea prose poem

Years have rolled by, But my relation, With you, Never ceases to amuse me Your scent and sight, Makes me feel bright Some like you light, But I like you dark, And strong Some like you cold, But I like

February 2016

February 2016 prose poem

All by myself, Surrounded only by my thoughts, In my home, With no modern gadgets of communication, No WhatsApp, No Facebook, No mobile, No ‘virtual’ friends, Away from all, In the real world, With my animals and plants, With my