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

Immensity of deviation was exploding. Abruptly my frail frame collapsed. I did not know the answers. I was lost in my inner sanctum, full of hollow escapes. The ugly ‘ism’ was devastating. Not in, not out. I was blowing up

The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, Belongs with an upper-middle class family. Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. She is assimilating the ideas of Shakespeare, Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron… Fluently speaks

Kick stand up at eight, two lane west to set me free Throttle through the gears, now it’s just Ester and me Relax down into the machine, the breeze blowing across my face Worry and troubles disappear, my mind is

It is all about having courage.. To continue your steps with all your luggage! Knowing of no support and absence of grip.. The floor is lubricated and bravery is not to slip! Challenges are limitless, and all are ready to

There is nothing more for me with life to give, There is nothing more with me in life to live, But I am not so selfish to gift tears to dad and mom, Because I know they will be shattered

My heart is broken Like a worn out glass Eyes sunken Head bleeding inside My mind screams Nobody could hear My shattering dreams A ray of light appears Piercing into the inner depths The sea of darkness gone Killing the

I, girl am expected to carry this world. And, also I, a girl am advised to stay away from this world. These stubborn men never respect me, yet, they are the one who need me. I, a girl am the

Diplomacy of inconstancy unmeets the urgency. Aura of brilliance was falling in your feet. After the death, it was not a name, only a frozen body.We moved backward swiftly, to find out the footprints in dark. Winter was becoming harsh

A quite and a peaceful dawn Woke up with a yawn Sang a gospel song The phone rang for so long With someone on the horn Knew something was wrong It was a news so bad About the death of

Light a sharpie so bright shines on beauty seen through decay. Both beauty and decay form a duality of darkness and luminosity. Beauty is a love that can provide for its reality against dismay. Just as tradition is a security

In rain washed night, When every thing is out of sight Because of hazy rainy splash seething the earth with drenched lash. Water gushes from lane to lane As if his filled glass has broken on plain And trickles on

A child plays by a window-pane in his home nigh a floral-land; A dancing rose by a dell caught his eyes with ruddy spell. Like a wind, runs the boy to the lawn, casting toy. Flutters beside some fallen hoes

Rain shattering, sunlight beaming capturing loneliness, wonders in the sea of tender love Close your eyes and think about the quiet moment and the quiet years. Pray for forgiveness Pray for strength, pray for love Pray for courage Awaken desire

Antichrist denies that Jesus Christ is God who came in the flesh He Opposes God and Exalts himself above God He is the beast rising up out of the sea, having 7 heads and 10 horns Upon his horns 10

There’s a solemn ” Castle in the air” sometime.. Yes, sometime there is…. Phantasms of that vignette takes me to a chronicle of memories….. & it’s twinkling there like a shooting star.. Let me hallucinate with that dream again… Let

Imagine our world without grass and trees at the hill, Will you be able to find fresh waters to sip and to kneel? Imagine our world without waters, Will you be able to swim, ride in a boat or cross

Glass and steel twinkle in the sunlight against a late summer sky of blue Like diamonds in the sky The morning air is crisp and clean, sweeping over a field of gold covered in dew Glistening in the sun Like

Take a bite out of life Go on, sense it coming towards you Sniff its tantalising possibilities Then snap off a crisp, clean chunk Bite down on its crunchy sweetness Chomp it into smaller and smaller pieces That swirl around

“I am pure blue-blood”, said he, “as pure as it can get.” of the tall, fair, handsome varieties. Twice over I despised him but managed but a smile, as he deviously managed to convey his derision for us darker-skinned commoners.

Hindsight of the past 3 years, Reveal the growth of a new face. The first instance of accidental “touch”- Perhaps Fate knocking on our doors. There onwards, The pages of my journal Were crusted with memoirs That stirred the soul.

One of the men who I always did brawl, He did the same with me when I did sprawl Against him in and around the school wall. But I loved him as he supported in my fall. He always who

Who knows the future? Secrets in the palm of jesting mind. Deep dwells the forgotten past, a reminder of untold losses. A life adorned with love, kindness, loyalty, and selflessness. Questions unanswerable pecking the essence of sanity Fate says the

I won’t have company of people who expect I will not expect myself I could treat people like dirt Or I could choose otherwise I could cherish a few relations I choose Or I could decide to be all alone

Vivid red barn juxtaposed against a green pumpkin field. Cloudless sky with bright sun hurt my eyes. Starkness of the scene burnt into my mind. Beautiful! Time passes. Sun lowers in the sky with fat orange orbs all around. Bright

Our tryst in time, a happenstance gone by, Went all so well and sweet, but very swift, My heart, in sorrow did nothing but cry, On rivers of its tears it’s now adrift; Short were those days, the sun made

Dear muse, I penned this verse with feather quill, To gently praise your beauty of renown, My words to float aloft your gaze until, They softly kiss your eyes like thistledown. One single thought of you is all I need,

Knows no mother or son No king or servant No master or slave No adult or baby No sinner or saint when it comes, it doesn’t go empty handed Death is an uninvited guest that visits all homes It creates

Into the bowels of my being I go, searching for who I am. Far out into the
 Universe
 I search, as far
 as the eye can see. So many questions
 I have, but true answers
 a rare commodity. Frustrations mount,

The fat man falls into bed he likes to go to bed early with the fan on – the white noise is his ally and the moving air his adversary so he wraps his excess in windings of blue satin

We are all made of, Millions of tiny jigsaw pieces… Of experience and memories, Which each piece releases..! Bit by bit & Inch by inch… Once it is together, It won’t even flinch…!! Time may come, When we fall out

My waking hours are now engulfed in dreams, Reality became a twilight maze, An interlude between silvery beams, And tropic sun’s scorching, hot, blinding blaze; As shroud of night darkens to shadows deep, And dark blue skies acquire a sleepy

As I watch the raindrops pelting down my Window panes, my thoughts wander away, hover. I think of the unique creation weaved By God through His magical fingers that Wash my despondence, gloom, sappiness and Make my spirits soar high

My love I saw you and my mind changed I lost words right in your eyes Found love in your eyes You completely turned my words of hatred to that of love You’re my foreign land because every time I

A difference in the style of the work More lines maybe less in an ordinary word. Still learning and grasping at my views like sounding like a thunder storm in early summer. A sun is shining like an image of

I tried mending broken glass and then asked myself why me.. I tried making grass greener on my barren fence and then asked myself why me.. I tried sowing the same plant when it was already dead and then asked

As I write as I type as I wonder as to why I think about the thoughts that are passing by Like clouds above the winds has moved Blowing strong and growing cold as fall is almost through A gusty

Your lips were me. I wanted a kiss which never came. Insertion of a word, was committed my wings took a flight for anonymity. To keep suffering alive truth was accepting the hurts. I was not speaking for myself. Who

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

There I stood between the door and the hallway And I chose to listen to the echo Of the sound my tired feet made Through the two eternal walls Which kept caving in Sometimes it’s not better to keep moving