Broadmindedness Poems

Broad mindedness is the yardstick of one’s wisdom Broad minded is always a giver His ambition is the welfare of the needy His aim in Life is upliftment of poor Needy first self later is his motto small mindedness is

I feel sad, and it feels so helpless to me So little to do about the monsters of the sea They go north, then south; east, then west No one can steer them or bring them to rest So they

Shards, Your shards you have to pick up, Shattered all over the flo’r, Scattered like someone knocked over a house of cards, How can you look at yourself? Blame the shards for cutting your hands, Cuss them out using every

She went into the woods, Running till she breathed her last… She was thunderstruck and horrified to the core!!! Like she was hiding from the demons which abode in her She was distressed; thinking about what the future beheld for

I dread the weight machine That horrible, putrid little thing It tells me lies that shatter me Clasping my throat that I can’t breathe Every time I step onto its platform The spring beneath contorts in pain It bends its

When i get lost in the gyre of thoughts virulent will, helps me survive “I talk to myself ” The Art is my own. Often i skew towards ‘the abominable’ loath it without a halt and i become a fiend

Silent killer is what it is Nothing is worse than this Once it embeds itself in you There is nothing that you can do Inside you there is a voice It speaks so loud you can’t avoid Everytime it says

The road I had taken Is the road of uncanny hour, Darkness of gloom beheld by lonely church spire Walks with mine fragile feet in most mystic manner. Steps that I had started in most casual space Have no anxiety

The new lousy neighbours, Their irritating chitter and glittery wear , Feel like knocking their heads off I swear , With those smirks and constant glares , Its 3 am , I hear hammer thrashing sounds , My sleep is

climbing on the umblical hill ahead of the contours, a denier alters the chemistry of hate in negative space; fauna of the earth springs black stones, man made, on the glistening sex of lotuses, a forgetfulness ensures the conceptual withdrawl

My wife worked at a hospital at night, and I did not want her to drive herself. Our youngest son had just gotten his driver’s license. So he was very excited about driving her to work. Invariably, after he dropped

staring at these four walls of the house that was once my home, I’m in this corner all alone well being alone is fine it’s being lonely that’s not quite so divine I’m in a constant battle with my mind

A descent into the abyss of hell, as the petal of a flower takes flight into the sky above, where the angels govern mortal men, keeping a watchful eye on their sheep. summer night solitude, and a prayer to the

Yesterday I was looking for you But you didn’t show I wanted to say sorry But you just said no So I tried to get you to understand And you said just go At that point I wanted to show

The forest in me dim and bright The sun sparkles gold in my mind, When brooks of feelings swell Like leaves greenish I dwell, Immersed in colors of flowers Roam in the wind of thoughts Till my songs are rippling

In the middle of the night, homeless, a poem begins brooding… walking into a London fog, watching a grey train chugging along a grey track. Someone cuts the train of negative chugging – We see Helen Keller lighting up word-candles

What is enduring love? Thought she And does it exist for such as me Is this the greatest GIFT to give That makes hearts sing and spirits lift Enduring love, survives all pain Thriving like a flower in summer’s rain

I love me. No, I am not a narcissist. Even though you may think but loving myself is not a kink. I don’t wait for a positive response from you. Your views about me do not state what is true.

There was a time where one once told me There’ll be moment when you’ll be who you’ll be I didn’t know it then but I know it now That sometimes you have to choose between the good and the bad

My love, we ventured deep in raging storms, Have groped in fogs, plodded on snow, Endured the scroll, aligned to rules and norms, Would we then die in calm, when no winds blow? For ships are stranded in such windless

If only words were capable enough! To articulate how I felt, The delicate heaviness that dwelt In the crevice of my heart, And the hollowness I dealt When we had to part, The fear of a lonesome night, The sense

Words are forever free, we become, and make them slaves. Words never harm, we kill at a word and die for them. Words are by nature clear, we obnubilate them. Words are pure and noble, we defile and curse with

It is most just and so fair And not just any scrap of square. For gentle lady and kind Sir Need this linen to leave and stir. Her flowing sari is draped perfectly The blouse contrasts most fittingly. Her hair

while dew was still shining upon flowers mother went with her knapsack of seeds to the cemetery to plant petunias and daisies father climbed to the top of the cherry tree half-sleeping a baby spring wind opened a pathway in

The stadium goes dark and a hush falls- you can hear a pin drop; The sounds of pins dropping, Maybe it’s the patter of raindrops Or is it running feet- Oh, the anticipation! It’s a drumroll for the artist, As

Everyone’s moving in a state of grey content to blend in and fade away. In the wastelands full of beauty you reach out your hand, come fly with me to the distant lands. Oh alien inhabiting my tired soul, let

Music of the harp and a host of angels Singing of his glory. Well I am touched by Your compassion and because of you my cup Runs over. My spirit has been set free! It Must Be Jesus, It Must

These banks nurtured the lotus I admire, Not far landward are flowers riverine, Where hid beauties, hunters of yore aspire, The nymphs their hearts have fancied to enshrine; The river flows like love in rendezvous With Fate that caps its

I had joined the school when I was in Prep My feet were still small to take a bold step But the daily morning Assemblies gave me confidence and happiness in tons, For it was well steered by the most

A mighty July evening in my town…. Pouring rain, halogen lights and the ‘neon’, Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare…. Across the confused street and beyond – struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and

A ball of bitterness in my chest It feeds on my soul Clogging my mind Slogging through my veins Flogging my sense of self It is louder than sound More persistent than love It muffles cries of desperation “You are

hey feeble feathery flakes you keep sneaking into my space, your furtive group-attack tackling you, the skill I lack, once you made your way in chasing-chickens seem any-day a win, you are here, there and everywhere to my vanilla tiles

Humans are animals, same as the rest. We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do. What makes us different is what’s in our heads? We think, we plan, we build, we progress. Human minds have grown to

My lips are black, I am drunk on the hemlock, preferred by you – my life. I am still in love with pain. What not, the trial tried to break my resistance. I will walk on my hands paraplegic legs

The table is set and the turkey’s fine, ‘taters, sprouts and a glass of cheap wine. Crackers, party hats, bad jokes and toys, plenty of fun for good girls and boys. Pass me the stuffing, cranberry sauce, Yorkshire pudding and

Once upon a time in a land far away, Lived a little girl who was scared of the day, As evening glow faded she came out at night, Dancing and singing amidst the moonlight. Her name was Inara for she

Standing on the edge With my arms wide open Feeling the cold wind Stinging my face With eyes closed and darkness all around And then I felt a sudden glow Opened my eyes and saw Sun had risen in all

I am UNaware that Knowledge is so deep that it can’t be measured I thought the little knowledge that I gained is as huge as the universe I felt none could match my intelligence I believed that I can make

Your love has my heart hopping like a kangaroo. Lost in love what’s a girl to do? Not much to offer but the broken pieces of my heart, perhaps it’s enough to make a new start. A fire can be

O love, thy love is very beautiful Despite being far, it still beats in my heart Thy memories in me are plentiful That have held thou in me, to never part It’s been so long since I saw thy fair