Ambedkar Poems

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Motivation In Charges

Motivation In Charges short poem

Charges, a poignant word brimmed with an electric power. that possesses a bitter venom with a dual quality that makes one pessimistic and the other optimistic who deems charges as challenges towards an indelible fame. Yes, the same charges in

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Fatal Hero

Fatal Hero prose poem

In a small town lived a small boy, who kept wooden swords and guns as toy… ‘Coz he wanted to be a hero and save people, and waited (to be a hero) till his teenage wore purple… But still he

Vile War Versus Moral Peace

Vile War Versus Moral Peace short poem

Bloodshed, bloodshed everywhere Mere violence in the air Clouds of obscurity strewn about The sky of fateful memories. A terrible terror crammed In the inner core of the heart There’s no room for mercy now Retort hatred with hatred And

Life at Twilight

Life at Twilight short poem

In the twilight of life There he was rambling Amid the memories he bore Of his life Memories sweet and sour Flow by his mind, Leaving traces of Wrinkled smile There he walks in tranquility Like an old man Rich

Lure Of Music

Lure Of Music short poem

Music and love Has a different lull. Music is nice When there is no vice. There is music everywhere You just need to get up and gear Don’t let the music stop Just stand and hop. It must be understood

Ms. Divorce

Ms. Divorce short poem

Ms. Divorce Saw You And Your Man, Walking Down The Street, Holding Each Other’s Hand. Ms. Divorce Don’t Like What She See, And She Tells Herself, “That Man Should Be With Me.” Ms. Divorce Is Lonely, So She Wants You

Whisps Of Lavender

Whisps Of Lavender short poem

Across an exotic field of lavender a gentle breeze drives. Honey bees happily harvesting pollen for their owner’s hives. From flower to flower a host of butterflies flit about. Making this field of lavender come alive! Honey bees and butterflies;

Grief

Grief short poem

Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage You are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind, screaming out and then Silence…. Grief  wins You surrender Allowing grief the

Achiever

Achiever short poem

If you want to achieve do not sleep just wake up and keep it moving do not stop grooming you have dreams tell us by them what you mean step forword do not be a coward be the youngest achiever

Headlines For A Grim Thursday

Headlines For A Grim Thursday long poem

The Koreans are trading artillery shots a few more young lives shredded all those safe old crows remaking nests eyes so dark you can’t see them when they shift focus you think they’re watching your hands until you feel a

Moonbeams Of Love

Moonbeams Of Love short poem

The moonbeams kiss the sea, As the waves clasp one another- And fling silvered nets, Over the crinkling sea. The swells of the tide, Like emotions on the high, In shimmering silvery silhouettes- With splashing waves on a thrill. Twinkling

Hell

Hell short poem

I will send them down to hell, oh my oh dear that sounds so swell Burn their houses down to the ground Keep their heads under water to drown Beat them with sticks to their grave For all the pain

Disconnected

Disconnected short poem

As a society, we have reached the point where vanity has overwhelmed sanity Where we prefer big beds instead of big hearts Where we aim to live in big cardboard boxes, hollow ones Where we choose to take shelter alone

Mirror I See you

Mirror I See you short poem

Mirror I saw you once, You said I am a child, Blowing bubbles with glee, Inhibited, yet seeming wild. And then I looked again, I was an adolescent, Aloof from the world Hours alone, I spent Time moved on relentless

Colourful Days

Colourful Days short poem

A colourful umbrella reminds you to tell her you’re leaving today on the train You can’t help the weather in puddles against leather as the rain flows quite gently along down the road to the drain I had sunshine so

A Vintage Friend

A Vintage Friend prose poem

Forget me not, my vintage friend, though life in me takes flight. I’m with you now and always, though far and out of sight. Remember all the best of times and love that we both shared, and let those memories

I Can Not

I Can Not long poem

I can not move, so my inane soul Lumbering on grass bed, wonderfully separated. Above me the scorching June afternoon Tearing apart my very self, baking my budding marigolds. Mine fettered hands with numerous wants On vain quest of fetching

Dang, Thy Gossip

Dang,  Thy Gossip short poem

Their gossip is a debauched addiction, Aided by an imagination, so absurd… The borders amid actuality and fiction; Whizzes away, swift as an agile bird! They are uncaring for infliction caused, Or for the aftermath of tears and turmoil… For

The Silver Lining

The Silver Lining prose poem

You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colours to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze

Banana

Banana short poem

She was like a banana. The best part of her was on the inside. The amount of insulin I’d need trying to devour her whole. God knows how much I love the thought of that. The effect she’d have on

Regrets

Regrets short poem

How to come to terms with events bygone? How to come to terms with things left undone? How can I cope with all those regrets? All those unfinished tasks, all those words left unsaid! All those dreams, abandoned midway. When

My Car My Bucolic

My Car My Bucolic long poem

The speed of my automobile exclusively Depends on the wheelman which earth born Crave where the passengers await it destination, Seeing an endless road ahead. Every four years is its renewal with the Hope of getting to the promise terra-firma

My Girl Inside

My Girl Inside ode

My unborn girl and I Live within each other‘s spheres She has carried me first after all. Out of night’s numinous dream My mother comes down Spiral celestial stairs. “Look what I bring you” A little girl in tow. A

A Certain Age

A Certain Age short poem

If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget

Christmas Delights!!!

Christmas Delights!!! short poem

It’s the time of frosty days, And the nights glowing with starry skies. Every heart filled with bliss and joy, Smiles and laughter make the season full of life. It’s the time when fir trees are adorned with tiny lights,

Rose

Rose short poem

Rose blossoms in filth Love for lust begins in bliss Thorn accompanies Rose uncertainty is part of Love Rose looks beautiful when fresh Lover looks attractive at first sight Rose withers over a time Love turns bitter after some time

Our First Encounter

Our First Encounter short poem

You commend me for my boldness, but it is I who commend you for taking the chance towards your future. I will show you a world you have not yet seen or could imagine, for through my eyes you will

Ash Wednesday 2018

Ash Wednesday 2018 elegy

Ash Wednesday 2018 “I always buy The Big Issue in London because round our way, it’s a load of Romanians. I say, you should look after Your own first”. The ash-smudge as fresh on her forehead as a virgin, painted

Stardust

Stardust short poem

Out of the cleft lip comes a muffled voice on the turn of events, to interrupt a call. Then the panic rises, the blood was oozing from the larynx. The winding mountain path goes to the end of blessing where

A Cop Out

A Cop Out short poem

I saw him rummaging in the bin. He looked so dirty and awfully thin. Half clothed for this foul weather. Holes in his shoes made of leather. I walked on by trying not to stare. Was it hunger that brought

Dreams

Dreams short poem

Dreams are the lofty, tall majestic mountains on which you can never climb, Dreams are the elusive mirages which always deceive you, Dreams are the seven colours of the rainbow which never colour you, Dreams are the silver glitterati of

Love

Love short poem

Love sometimes never arrives us Looking for someone in total loss Yet it would cross a desert When it is real and honest It is every minute giving it your all And forgiving everything big or small It is forgetting

Lager Der Untermenschen

Lager Der Untermenschen short poem

Through the wrought iron gate, Emblazoned with an ironic promise Of freedom earned through labour. A promise fulfilled only for the lucky few. Within, dull, threatening concrete towers Survey the inner pen, once filled With innocent men and women, Ready

An Old Pair Of Jeans

An Old Pair Of Jeans short poem

We stood there, Leaning against the rusted rail. Watching the blend of day and night- With stars slowly coming to life, Shining bright. We watched the purple horizon- Comforted by the passive fire, Of our presence. Like an old pair

Rescue your heart

Rescue your heart short poem

Matters of heart Are for it to know only, At crossroads sometimes We are indecisive and lonely. No rescue can redeem What the heart loses after, No stranger can sense The catch in our laughter. Morphed into a weird world

Solitude Nimbus Soul

Solitude Nimbus Soul short poem

I think of myself as a heavy cloud, waiting anytime to pour down. But it is in me, trying to restrain my inner cloud. Though the sky is gray and it seems I keep falling on the same gravity. Sometimes

Basic

Basic short poem

A basic life a basic me This rhyming to my inner melody The chords of thought That play and dance A constant basic of romance To be the one whom stays observant Sided to see the view of basic me

My Dear Death

My Dear Death short poem

Word Death is enough to scare all Many dislike me for uttering it Some see negativity in me Many thinks i spoil their mood several hesitant to open my mail All agree to disagree with my thoughts Oh ! Death

A Walk In The Park

A Walk In The Park short poem

A WALK IN THE PARK One day on a walk in the park we ran into an arc of the past with a start You ask how many years have passed more than fifty hold fast Looking back at our

She

She short poem

She was killed even before she was born, She was raped and they said her clothes aren’t so long, She ached for months as long as nine, There’s a scar on her face but she says it’s all fine, At