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By Vikas Shah

An intimate collection of poems covering a range of life events and emotions.
“This collection of moving poems is the powerful culmination of 10 years worth of inner reflection and healing. A must read for all ages.” JUNE SARPONG (AUTHOR, PRESENTER)

“A seemingly endless breadth of subjects, this collection contains

• Language: English
• Publisher: 2QT Limited (Publishing)
• Release date: Dec 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781912014187

Vikas Shah

Vikas Shah MBE is an entrepreneur, philanthropist and investor. He is Visiting Professor of Entrepreneurship (The Lisbon MBA with MIT Sloan) and an honorary professor at the Alliance Manchester Business School. He has built businesses in diverse sectors aroud the world, is a consultant and advisor to numerous entrepreneurs and organizations globally, and is a regular columnist for British Airways Business Life magazine. He is Chair of the international NGO In Place of War and a trustee of Mustard Tree. Shah is an advisor to the British Council, a member of the UK government's Industrial Development Advisory Board (IDAB), and was awarded an MBE in 2017 for services to business and the economy.

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Dedication I

I have spent time, in my darkest moments, writing about love.

I always wondered whether these were lonely poems, or a premonition of something beautiful.

Now I know.

I wrote these poems for you, but I wrote them then, because my soul knew I would be too consumed with love to write them now.

Dedication II

I have spent time, in my darkest moments, writing about love.

I always wondered whether these were lonely poems, or a premonition of something beautiful.

I give these lonely poems to you, world, to give to those you love;

so when your own souls are so

consumed with love, that you cannot find the words, I hope you use mine.

History

I wish to make history,

not be a part of it.

Sonnet I

Her eyes, prey fell, in which, this mortal soul,

Such grace, her poise, like ballet’s finest art

And touch, so tender, makes living seem whole;

She soothes, subdues, and calms my restless heart.

Her spirit, enchanting, beautiful, free

Laughter, engaging, like music to ears

What hath done I, for fate to award me,

Such perfection, it can bring a man tears.

A king, am I, to have this princess’ hand,

Her gentle kiss, my drug, food, my nectar,

Her intellect, my passions understand,

Solace, now but shadow, only spectre.

My beautiful girl, my angel, princess

My heart’s adoration, and nothing less.

Sonnet II

For man knows not he’s ill till he is healed,

And feels at once, his life has been renewed!

As fate, whose feet before which now he kneels.

Hath given him the prize which he pursued.

From daybreak she pervades his waking mind,

His thoughts again seduced by world around.

In dreaming? Ah! Some solace shall he find?

Alas, for only dreams of her are found.

What magic hath disarmed a cold man’s heart?

And taken it from darkness into light.

What beauty hath brought spark back to his eyes?

Delivering them from blindness giving sight.

So cruel the hands who doth control his fate,

As just as man feels love, it’s all too late.

Surrender

my heart has not the strength to beat without you.

I surrender.

my soul has not the will to live without you.

I surrender

my eyes have not the need to see without you.

I surrender

my world does not exist without you.

I surrender

Final Draft

Dear Life,

I’m sorry I have to leave you

This just isn’t working.

It’s not you, its me.

No matter how hard I try,

You cannot give me what I want.

I will never change, and nor will you.

Goodbye, All my love,

Anon.

Safe from Drowning

Remaining close to shore,

the human was safe from drowning.

‘Nature,’ said the ocean,

‘needs my depth to live–and you,

my child, need yours.’

Swim.

Ocean

‘This water’ said the ocean,

lapping gently at my feet,

‘is as old as the earth.’

I looked at the sand between my toes,

and realised it was mountains.

‘When I win,’ said the ocean,

lapping gently at my feet,

‘everything will be sand.’

Rain

I raised my palms to catch the rain,

And realised I was the ocean.

I made the rain,

the rain made me.

Eyes

It is within our eyes, the universe, and our souls, are born. In our minds, they are destroyed.

Smoke

She dances with contempt,

Filling the room,

Obscuring clarity.

We remain fixed.

Mesmerised by her sinuous form,

her dark beauty.

Strands of the devil’s ballet,

forming an oppressive whole.

Choking.

Being Human

Being human is fatal.

Some