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

The depression, human brand was trapped. They were talking about the nukes. To annihilate the earth. It was elemental, I said. An ardent fan of moon. A lark asks who will survive? ————————————— The depression, human brand was trapped. They

Fear of becoming sane inherits the hate of earth. I wake up in the rains of time. Fire of soul extracts the thought shapes like stark naked truth in the desert of pain – unbirthing the child of wisdom. I

Years from now I’ll remember this day The time I tried to write about you and didn’t know what to say There are thousands of thoughts running through my mind Finding the one that describes you completely is what’s hard

It was simple, it was effortless All too transparent and ever so clear Life threw its bounties at him His hard road was strewn with maps to its wonders At every dead end he found a shovel At every crossroad

Deprived of affection and a sense of belonging one retires to a sanctuary of isolation. Arraigned by the acute pain of rejection the walls become his or her world. Indicted with selfishness and antisocial behavior sleep is the best defense

Some believe God to be a broker, Who fulfills desires on demand, But I know him to be a smoker, With a lit cigarette in his hand. We are nothing but ash and fire, A byproduct of his bad habit,

A wretched little hut still stands. Stained windows, a cranky door. There was laughter in it once, but nobody lives here anymore. Broken down by the waves of time, Still putting up a bold front.  Violence, loneliness, pain, people moved

Body sat at desk, Huddled over a book. Eyes fixated on the page in front of you Finger twirling through your hair. The same eyes that often wander my body, Hands that get tangled in my skin. I watch the

Time within the earth hour was lengthening. The other god was sleeping. Becoming was inviting the death while climbing. Frostbite amputates the memory. Ending without beginning, I was asking the seeker to stop searching the answers. The houses were burning

“Its wrong to say that You are not with me, You come in different canvas Much closer than what you were earlier with me ! The murmur sound of leaves in this night Has a touch of yours, The shining

It was the middle of winter. A crisp white morning. Birds trilling in high pitched notes. Did their little feet get cold? I wondered, as I walked by listening to their sweet tunes. Deep in thought, a car horn peeped,

Conceived in love’s folded wings: I sit and watch him from the next table – fair-haired and impish, he swings his sturdy little legs. “Don’t fidget, darling! You’ll fall off your chair…” The words should have come from my mouth.

This market is full of gimmickries, They can attract you till you feel your heartbeats, You can splurge whole your heart out, Like cash, card, love, greed, Your sentiments too, In whatever shapes and forms, But, your hunger is never

So you are aware of a need Are you prepared for the deed? So you want to reach out and help Are you prepared to go the depth So you want to do all you can But do you have

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

Concrete beneath your feet as you blaze your trail along the road to your grave; covered in blood and tears shadowed by gray smoke heaving light upon your pain At the fork between the tines the crow sits watching Wings

If I tell the truth I disturb her mind If I tell lie I lit her mind I am often Caught in between Truth and Lie I get disturbed if I hurt her I get more then disturbed If I

O light, where liveth thee? O light, darkness kills me. O light, will you ever come? O light, you only seek some. O light, why does dark haunt me in your presence? O light, go away, you have no essence.

From winter to summer and back to winter again I hate these cold and gloomy days, the snow and The icy cold wind in my face that just seems to take My breath away and to make things worse all

It was past endurance. Flattened rage went into shaking palsy. He moved into sculptured dark like false reason, to defend the ankle-bone, for sequential pain. Every one seemed a fallible saint wet eyed, sitting on extinct volcano, between tickling bombs

If time is gold, I rank among the rich, Much time I have, nobody bothers me, No school, no chores, all leisure without hitch, Untied with work, from obligations, free; Think you, that seems unwise, A life given to play;

It hurts but not that much Its gives pain but I soon get over it Your absence from my life Is a silence which only my heart can hear In the silence of night In the brightness of the day

What is this feeling that’s so deep inside that’s getting harder and harder to hide. Where did it come from, I really don’t know but this feeling is real and I’m good to go. So where did it come from,

Mirror, Mirror, you think you know me. Showing me like an icy lady. That’s not how I want to be seen. Mirror, mirror, treat me like a queen. Why don’t you compliment my changes? I’m becoming a lovely lady. Show

I was walking down the beach enjoying the sun and sand, with a delicious ice-cream dripping down my left hand. With the wind in my hair and the waves at my feet, I was so full of joy and enjoying

The peace has a random price; buried by sea of volition in knee deep puddles of saline mud, being in being, after the crash, to keep dissent alive. Tell me, how did you go in arc light in the middle

The day cries in stifled agony as the shout of night revellers grow in unified rendition The day ululates with all its might The throat protests, plies at the choking fingers of the dark It is omniscient to the dark,

In the great dark void before He made our universe, God was primordially drunk on poetry and verse; Poesy sublimely crowned His high and haloed head As subliminally, He poeticized the decrees He made. In that last timeless even, before

Open your eyes, Just a simple girl, from what you see But is she as simple as she seems? She seems so normal, not much different But you don’t know what runs through her mind Because you are plain and

Her contemplation is blue, like Monalisa’s portrait; That smilingly caresses with her latent tears. Nobody knows, When She cravingly sobs and; Where she wishfully cries; And who knows? When, she’d sacrifice her next smile; Her every smile in love. Her

Liquidity crunch turns you into lip slave. The candlelight bed has the broken legs. Asleep by the boat you sway in dark. You are still a number in the books to be fed. A jigsaw puzzle in the economic boom

Destiny beckons you… Does it? Does it really exist? I mean the destiny. And If it does then why does it beckon Why doesn’t it just happen??? Isn’t it supposed to be that way??? No you fool you have to

All alone I walk in the dungeons carved inside my mind by misery, and trails of dried tears run deep, leaving behind the sultry nights, thinking! Craving the deceptive self to ignore desolation, I wander in the deserts where mystery

I am a man with an Unreservedly positive frame of mind. Knowing that frames are fatefully important As matter and metaphor. I wear shirts chiefly made of roomy pockets Trope for optimism And space for the melange of likelihoods, On

I haven’t had a quiet life In-fact it’s been quite busy When I think back to how it was It sends me kinda dizzy I have had a lot of men Of which I can recall I could name most

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

These smiling roses drenched in dew, you know, are the footprints you left on my heart’s shore! The ripples of moonlight you spread on my dreams turn my eyes into placid lakes of joy! Let me hold your gentle soul

My body chills, This is my final croak. I thought I’d have thrills, But I fear his black cloak. His face, nothing but bone. His stance is but a leader. He had such a sweet tone. His breath was like

Life just passes by Leaving you no chance It builds the walls The walls that never let us go But if you keep your eyes open Then you’ll see Then you’ll see The blue skies And then you will know