J.Vasanth Kumar
- Name – J. Vasanth Kumar
- Date of Birth – January 3rd, 1983
- Educational Qualification – B.Com, MBA (Batch of 04 – 06, specialized in HR & Marketing)
- Current Employment – totus consulting services Pvt. Ltd.
- Writing Career Highlights:
- Started writing English and Hindi poetry at the age of 17 with the inspiration after reading Ogden Nash’s poems
- Select poems have featured in school annual magazines and competitive events
- Earned the 6th rank in the state for the poem Truth – The Enigmatic Path in a poetry competition in Tamil Nadu conducted by The Shakespeare Institute of English Studies (2001 – 2004)
- Select poems have appeared in the Rotaract Club Annual Journals and Events (2001 – 2003)
- Posted 35 select poems on the website www.midnightedition.com since 2004 under the pseudonym of Dark Knight and have got near to 17,000 readings.
- Poetry works were once reviewed by Late Chitti Sundararajan (Nonagenarian ‘Manikkodi’ writer and literary critic)
- Wrote the College Anthem (2006) which was later composed and performed ‘live’ by
Dr. Ashley Williams and his Orchestra
- Just completed a fiction/fantasy poetic novel titled ‘Wings of Glory’ (yet to be published)
- Have written about 23 Collections of poetry, 1 poetic novel, 2 plays & series of essays till 2007
- Writing Styles and Themes:
- Styles: Spontaneous Penning, Rhythm Poetry, Epic Verse, Non-Grammar form, Lyrical Style, Reflective & Occasional Humor
- Themes: War, Glory and Destruction, Mystic and Mystery themes, Abstract and Concept, Dreams and Nightmares, Travel and Nature, Satirical of realities in daily life & Dedications and Odes
- Other Interests: Quizzing, Browsing, Listening to Music & Making Collages
- E – Mail – vasanth.darkknight@gmail.com
Calling Gates
Gates of steel is all I see
Gates of heaven is all I feel
Gates of hell, I ring my bell
Gates of graves, life I sell
Gates of temples, solace to find
Gates of home, peace to bind
Gates of prison, redemption time
Gates in pairs, partners in crime
Gates of hope, chances to take
Gates of chances, for losers’ sake
Gates of luck, fortune in name
Gates of the brave, halls of fame.
May be locked, may be open
But history is made, when it is broken...
Cold Sale
Tired eyes from a stormy night,
Wandering thoughts in a misty fright
Fading voice from windows of time,
Oh! She calls, for partnering in crime.
Lady in color, eyes at the door,
Waiting in misery on pleasure’s floor
Papered soul, skin sold, oh!
Dear lady, love, it is cold.
Freedom you seek in golden cages
Trade its is, for mighty ages
Nights are alive, lights ablaze
Passions of yours, days disgrace.
Snatched from innocence, to a brave new world
You fear not death, but moan out the word
Pain and anger, your friends on bed
Wake up lady, the lights are red.
Seen by the eyes, that does not see,
Felt by the hearts, that does not feel
Held by the hands, that does not hold,
Fueled by the fever that does not feed.
The Deal is done and so raw it is,
I see you fade into the black that is
Touch I can’t, your hidden fire it is,
Freedom’s run or passion’s play, choice it is…
Sketches in the Sky
Roaming beasts in the sky
Murky faces trying to cry
Warships and submarines in command
Birds and dragons living in this land
Planes and cranes on this job
Guns and barrels gone to rob
Tanks and jets on the prowl
Lions and tigers gleam and growl
Angry dragons breathing fire
People fighting for desire
Gleam of creatures at times, scary
Looks on faces, sometimes awry
Flames in red on the brink
Troops in order for a drink
Slashing swords piercing through
Rubble in the field and castles too
Ruined forts, mythical figures
Creatures flying looking eager
May look unique in a way
But seems different everyday
Galloping horses for the race
Different strokes in their grace
Birds whose flight is supreme
In the skies they do dream
Traveling smoke after flames
Curls and curves like the dames
Times from dawn to dusk
Like faded figures in the dust
Conquering color when it rains
Dull and pale when in pain
Never falling from its grace
Watching lands, not one face
They too have stories to tell
With kings and queens ringing bells
Marching soldiers fighting in time
Jesters, clowns, laughter for dime
The sky is enough to dream about
Witness a saga or a bout,
Just stop and observe for a while
To find living sketches hiding in the sky…
Pushed to Hell!
Bells have rung, not in peace
Loud in pain, down on knees
Hidden tears are on rampage
History has added another page.
Walls around closing in
Birth, a mistake, sin within
To live this world, so chained
Arrest tears, silent sin.
Pushed into jungles of life
From the gardens to the knife
Hiding thorns, waiting pits
Shattered heart, so hard it hits.
False smile to fool the eye
Nice words mince and sigh
Gifts to welcome, and to greet
Someone’s pushing, for their greed.
Opened your heart to just a few
I was there, so were you
Powerless and helpless in favour
Toast of the family’s only flavour.
End of dreams that mystified
Nightmares begun, crucified
Pushed are the doors, open wide
So were you, devil to decide.
Smoke within, heart that burnt
Tears hidden, flooded eyes hurt
Wings cut, freedom in a cage
View blocked, anger and rage.
Music to some, pain to you
Bond to some, not to you
Holy chain around, noose to you
God of fire, to witness you.
Into the flames, with the smoke
Deep to waters, ready to choke
Falling hard hits the face
Tripped too far, now’s the chase.
Hope you float in murky waters
Or fight the way out by mutiny
An example to other daughters
Where tears prevail and so does laughter.
Fading Flames
After a hard days work
Leaning down on your bed
From the bright yellow to the last red
Your journey, ah! A temporary end.
Like a tattoo to the horizons forehead
Whose eyes hide in deep waters
Like the eye of an angry dragon
Whose sight of fury , so undone.
Oh, you are the sword of the Samurai
Slashing from the east, the day of war
To the west into the sheathe so long
After a bloody mess, a deadly scar.
Into your tent so in the west
From the field of bodies so still
In that dark black, souls rest
After the heated battle, to kill.
Oh that fading spotlight in the blue
Running out of fuel, as you move
Refueling for tomorrows colors, another day
For now, running far, down and away.
Sending a signal to the days end
To every soul, to the roads that bend
To the wandering mind to go to sleep
Below the stars and moon, dreams to meet.
Oh that circle of fire and those flames
Scorching the earth and the waters nightmare
Stroking the skies, that sternly claim,
For the dark belongs to the stars, not your fame…
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