Poems by Vidya Vijay

Tick talk

a poem by Vidya Vijay

We sometimes call it precious.
And sometimes call it vicious.
But we don’t know much about it,
Which makes it all the more suspicious.

It is. It is a fact.
That without it we will lack,
A moment and a second,
Which we cannot retrieve back.

Recoverable? No, never!
So we must be as clever,
To use it while it lasts,
As it does not last forever.

It can’t be paused.
It can’t be tossed.
As time that’s lost,
Will always cost.

The Stream of life

a poem by Vidya Vijay

Life is a like a sturdy stream,
And with it flows our wavy dreams.
The Stream will rumble,
And the stream may grumble.
But we should never, dare to tumble.

The flowing stream, may tend to slow,
That’s when our mighty wind should blow.
Sailing fast or sailing slow,
We must never forget to row.

By now we’ve crossed all the bends.
Followed trends, and lost our friends.
But all of this we must amend,
As our flowing stream, it has an end.

Notes to Nocturne

a poem by Vidya Vijay

When the antique organ is played,
The crowd they don’t hooray.
Instead they show their say,
In a more subtle way.

Beethoven touched those keys,
He showed us what he means.
His music left us keen,
to hear his symphony.

But, oh the great mozart,
His music was like a tart.
Sweet and short, tied up in a knot.
But still, no one could defeat.

In reality they fight,
Both the black and white.
But in music they unite,
Creating melody just as bright.