Egalitarianism Poems

It’s time to grow like wild grass With no spot of terrain parched. Time to unlearn the old bigotry. Time to let love burst outwards Through the fissures in the wall Permeating its hues into all lives. Time to shed

We live in two different planes of existence. We travel two different paths within those planes. Our paths cross on both but unite in neither. By day we live in one plane where we work, we provide, we survive. We

In this part of the story, I will be the poet, and you my muse. I’ll draw my inspiration from Your chestnut brown lips, Your curved mustache And lustful eyes. I’ll float my words around you, Scratch them out and

Well and now you are somewhere on the Highway to Heaven or in the golden fields that Never need a plowing, either way, you should Be a saint by now ‘cuz you were an angel When you were alive, you

On that grimy Grimsday morn, The grumble deep and culby, There came a tinker-pick inside His appence crink and bulby. In thrumped a jangle-mangle man, With his coat and hat so hangled, His hair a-plot, his peepers piped, At the

The sky is in motion constellations shattering in ripples caused by a toe unseen mechanisms have failed like the touch of my love where the ridges and whorls of our fingertips no longer know how to lock the shattered old

All I ever wanted is just you and me, mistakes that I did broke down us beneath.. It’s me who laid down all the fights it’s u who helped me tackle my plights.. Every tear for you is worth tonight,

You are a lovely memory; But, today you are only my reminder…. You are my reminder to be careful… Be careful of the people I invest my time in… To see people for what they are And not for who

Warm eyes look at the blue sea I am the clouds of idealism Waiting for the green spring Flowers in the wind A widow cries Age is the myth of denial I am younger than time Your hand is snow

She judged her every step Her crumbled wrinkles and grey hair A story of a granddaughter and grandmother Her parents always sent her to her house The old shadowy house with a glittering stream grass to the knees and smell

After the putsch, through night he set himself alight ensnared in flames of societal conflicts, for a vision of tomorrow, in the birth of a bloody dawn. The drone of history had failed on a loaded salt. A solitary murder

God created the world, And gave it a word, “Love” was the word, For man,beast and bird. Nature did its duty, Bringing scent,colour,beauty, Rain,sunshine and tree, Water and air,all free. Mountain peaks,oceans deep, Make hearts happily leap, Art,poetry,music,song, Take the

So, I came back When emotions gave me a whack, And I fell down, Days of despair began, Which I should have known, Will not go away with any new dawn So I fall down, Waiting for now, And I

An attack with hatred and ferocity killed many people, how disdainful blind eyes with no sign of fraternity killed outright teenagers, how painful Parents who lost their children shed tears of blood in mournful an act against the faith of

Death; The Dealer of the final deck of life. No hidden agendas, just a cold slate to wipe. With hand and sword or with rock and stone, with shaft sailing deadly through grey skies, alone. The smarter the weapon, the

I saw you struggle today Coffee and bag, trying to open the door I slowed my pace Not wanting to communicate Choosing not to help What if I had Would you have made it to your interview Without a coffee

She knows how I feel, She know that its real..! But fate knows it better, Of what it has to cater..!! Chaos reigns in this love, Circumstances written from above..! We hope to change it, But dare not disrupt it..!!

His bond entwined with His love, I seek for this Divine Grace by Jove. I weep no contrite tears nor in vain, “I am possessed by His love.” That is plain. I seek no shelter, I offer no homage I

Do not look at me with those eyes Don’t pity me, I don’t need it Don’t speak of encouragement I am not discouraged Don’t console me I am not depressed Don’t give me your cold shoulder I am not alone

Life is a noble cloak Put on by each soul on earth May be silky, smooth or rough But everyone should wear it with We can wear it unstained We’re free to make its shape We may sometimes tear or

Stars are silent and bright, I search your presence in them, all I see is your vivid impression of you, near yet far, I think one day I will hold you in my hand, like these stars with my fist

Meaninglessly traversing into the havoc of vanity With a fake logic justified, Leaving the players into the deathly chasm. A Blue bottle game denying the soul of life! Two and two they say ten, And it is their game playing

When moon was found on water sky came down with unclenched fist, too proud to accept the defeat. Footprints of a giant will not leave the broken landscape, of the virgin garden where roses died in a row in storm.

I lay awake, on my bed one night, Instantly, my room, was filled with light. There stood an Angel, who put a letter in my hand, The writing on this page, I could not understand When I looked back up,

prisoner of retribution, he was buried under a salt lake, elusive, his crotch, not far from stings of wasps, the blood spills, he would wonder how to catch the truth in black river, wrapped in imperforated causes, leaking with curses,

A birthday wish ! The clock strikes 12 , yet another year passed . I find myself a year older , What do I want this Autumn I wonder, With the sulk more like Scrooge from Christmas carol, minus the

Every time has a beginning and the laws of the universe are binding that’s why your soul grows weary, the curse, if you are not law abiding, seeing things blurry and of course, staring into the distance during that divine

Through oceans of tears comes the Smile on the face, The Smile that struggles to find its place, The Smile that masquerades the hurt and pain, A strong pretense, that never goes in vain. A wave of nostalgia begins to

You left my soul bleeding my heart shattered my body aching my brain battered. Just like that no explanation, not a word I never thought you could be so cold. I know it was not always right but I have

Inside me, I take a turn. By tightening the noose hangman feels liberated. In the grave, charred mistakes waking under the massive ashes of slaughtered sun, grieve for the light. Time was death. Every lovely tree was time, leaving footprints

I look into this mirror. What do I see? Is this a true reflection of me? Am I someone I recognize? Am I the right height and size? Where did I come from I often wonder? I have sat many

( Dolly was a Lhasa Apso who lived amongst us for close to 15 years. She passed away in 2002) Here lies Dolly. Alias Dollykins, alias Rani, alias Master Yoda, Alias Shaithan, alias Devil dog, alias Gremlin dog A unique

Doomed’ With an explosion of meteors crashing into a toxic swamp both planets were shocked with the wave of unexpected parasites sending a stream of anger through the new found land through the sinking sand a gem was found this

I was Lucky – To have known you, To meet you, To go all head over heels, To fall for you, And by all means To be the one you loved To make you go crazy for me To hold

Grandma… What was it like to be called “Grandma” at a young age of 47? Was it joy, happiness, excitement, love or fun? You had it all and you showed us all… From your first to the last two, you

The crowd buzzed like a hornet’s nest The cacophony too loud The girl on stage was all alone Staring beyond the crowd The colours around All red and yellow meant to reflect The bridal glow Spectators sitting Speculations were rife

The universe above my head massive in size with spinning galaxy’s and exploding stars. I sit in my little home warm being content. None of that really bothers me. I got up to adjust my blinds and see the birds

I walk through the main door, heaving my gaze on every little thing I could see, Daggering signs of unkempt mess, spread all over the floor, Fringing little pieces with signs of dust obscured upon, Every little memory I could

your eyes an abridged story of the deep sea – ever silent in the deep so tumultuous, on the surface. on my arid soul-scape you just keep on bubbling and your smiles blanket my lonely shore. people always loved to

Something is lost…I am thoroughly aware The moments of joy disappeared; Something in your eyes tell me What a fool I’ve been…if only I hadn’t believed you… But things have gone too far from trust I never thought it was