Wednesday, February 6, 2008


In the cold dark corner
Comfort, is not what I seek
All alone with my thoughts
And cobwebs of memories
In the shadows today,
I choose to remain.
Is it okay,
If I shine tomorrow?
I try to cry
in vain
rest my troubled head
On the cold window pane
My turmoil today,
I choose not to explain.
Is it okay,
If I cry tomorrow?
This shell around me
I ache to shatter
I suffocate
But does it even matter?
The strength today,
I do not have.
Is it okay,
If i break tomorrow?
To forgive myself
Is what I pray to learn
Else, though I'm frozen now
Tomorrow I might burn
Death today,
Is what I yearn.
Is it okay,
If I'm reborn tomorrow?


(This was not written by me, but by a friend. I loved the cold window pane, pain analogy and have employed that in my poem, "sold".)

I have composed music for this song and I really like it. I will record it soon and will put it up on my soundclick profile soon :


Saturday, July 15, 2006

A sun-tanned face, blistered heels,
This little girl, her insides bleed
A tear stained face, writhed in pain
Pressed against the cold window pane.

Staring across at the overcast skies
Remembering silken words of blatant lies
A promise of love, a promise of life
Tomorrow she'd be sold to grief and strife.

Prison walls spring up from the moist earth
Wring out the last strains of childish mirth
The world outside shuts a thousand eyes,
While she to a man's will complies.

A few hundred nights of solitude past
A pang of desire pricked her heart
To let not her life go unwitnessed
Which with love nor hate she had led.

The wrinkles in her heart must be undone
In all her dreams she saw her son
A smile on his lips, kissed her brows
While half her bed lay at the whorehouse..

Pradip Somasundaran said...
Vishnu, please add some pieces that you have played on the piano, and see me filling your blog with music lovers all over the world!Let your blog be full of life and activity!
11:09 AM

 Meesum said...
keep it up and write more often.
10:55 PM
Vinitha said...
AMAZING poem !!!
y dont u write more often??
even ur blog is not updated...
and yea...u'll only be write songs in here???
methinks u shud make a 'general' blog n write on anything n everything...i'm sure u've quite a LOT to say...hehe ;)
7:32 PM
basit said...
now this is a poem....
these days all i do is blog hunt to have something to read...
this is amazing... just great...
makes me feel bad that i call myself a poet...
absolutely amazing

Cranberry Delight

A scented night of cranberry delight
I first saw the ocean of life
Sailed with the breeze over the calm waves
Images of breast-shaped tides, navel and curves.
Eyes wide open, I submerge
Among psychedelic colours and weeds,
I find you hidden away in a coral cave.
Oh, woman of the night, for you I crave!

Way down in the sandy blue depths
A faint beam of sunlight caresses a blade of leaf
Waking it up from days of neglect
The submarine weed now stands erect!
The windows break open
A haze of pink tender lips and glazing fingernails
Black cascade of hair, sweaty bodies blend,
Moments later, I lay spent..

Dreamy eyed smiles and soft candlelight
On that night of cranberry delight
I was a river gushing from a mountain spring!

I wrote this poem while locked up in a room in Pune (the bassist of the band had invited all of us to his house to compose music during the summer and he locked people up in a room while he was away working  because he didn't trust us with his house. :|

  kanika said...
Never got round to telling you when you mailed it long back but this is one of the most subtle and beautiful poems I have read :)
3:30 PM
  Vishnu said...
Thank you :)

Deja Vous

I lie down on the grass,
Gaze up at the sky.
A little white cloud drifts gently
Across the frame of my glass, now blue again.

Today was a day of deja vous,
I flipped tracks on the CD player,
The songs changed but I heard nothing new,
Memories of the future linger on!

The piano stands still in a corner of the room
A witness, not a silent one
To the rantings of an aching soul, her son
She shows him a path through the wall.

Big black clouds stain the glass,
But these are the clouds of certainty.
Drops of water fall,
Washing off the stain, the pain..

-Vishnu (2005 AD)

  This was something I wrote in my second year (in IIT, sitting in a man-made park, IIT's full of them) but I didn't like it very much. I composed music for the song which I liked better than the lyrics. I don't like songs without good lyrics. Hence this stands discarded.


Into my ears the sweet music crept,
The sad song of a mermaid who wept.
She stood by the sea in solitude
Grieved by the sight of man's servitude.

Outlined against the scarlet sky
Was her overt body and her eye,
I fell in love but in former time,
Love, sweet love was held a crime.

A pearl of tear fell on the sand
As she bid farewell to my land,
Back to the sea glided the mermaid,
And came to an end the sweet Serenade.

-Vishnu (2000 AD)

Comments: (I really love it when people like what I write, since that signals hope that I will someday be able to communicate about certain ideas to fellow human beings.. most of who would ridicule them at the moment. My writings will become more "erratic" as time goes on, that I'm sure of.)

Meesum said...

awe struck i stand here...
wonderful !

rahul jain said...


My Songs

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So I started this blog under the same name as earlier. I intend to write more than just songs here. I've got lots to say but I speak very little (to the people around me). I say a lot of what I want to say, to a friend of mine, Deepak. He understands most of it. He is a drummer and he doesn't care if the world calls him crazy for his "outrageous" thought processes. I believe, that is exactly how a human being should think, not guided by the "visible" world around him.

I'm beginning to get to know myself more.. I'm quite an interesting guy! I'll let you know when I find out more..