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

For everything, there is a season, it has been foretold. When I was young and green, securely clinging to the branches of my family Sugar Maple tree, I thought it was the best I would ever be. But here, now,

And so, with trembling heart I dare to embrace your clean white sheet And mark it with my scribblings. To make a sentence, where to start? And where to feel complete? Does it matter if my style don’t rhyme? I’m

If you’re walking by the bushes at the end of the lane you may hear a little quack as the sun begins to wane. You may look for the water where the ducks might be, but there’s no-one in sight

whispers… a shudder, to frolic in the dire ambiance a spiritual awakening a peace that passes all understanding the go between the comforter a heart saturated with truth in order to withstand the true test of time angelic premonition a

Ready, set, go! When I am down and gloomy, When my head feels not-so-roomy, I set my internal clocks And fade out conception blocks. A small lantern can light up the night, And a different point of view can make

The thief helped the blind man up his front steps caressed his elbow and asked about lucky numbers and did he dream about more than one thing – was there smell and touch and sound, how could he tell if

Our national parks can evoke great excitement and compassion From their grandiose beauty and spectacular scenario which is one of the greatest attraction It can move our hearts to beat strongly with excitement And yet there are no words that

Years have rolled by, But my relation, With you, Never ceases to amuse me Your scent and sight, Makes me feel bright Some like you light, But I like you dark, And strong Some like you cold, But I like

July 14th, 2015 I loved her an age before I discovered, That she was an imaginary woman, Dancing in the background of my reality, Smiling in my dreams whenever I dreamt, Soothing my grief whenever I wept Stripping the passion

Heart breaks.. A topic that rules the world of fiction. The cinema loves it, the writers give it so much of stardom and center stage. Be it the classics or the contemporary, tragedies out stand the happy endings. It’s also

Black is the epitome for darkness, An all thinks desolate and bleak. Purple gives us the incentive- the hope what we seek. Pastel yellow is the sun Which glistens our day, While blue is the color Of the scintillating bay

Face to face, I was bewildered. What was happening to the garden? My body left in absent seizure; words had destroyed a beautiful poem. I was listening without blinking like a blue moon or the serene lake. The interlocking in

Headphones bleed From the chords I believe Were struck by the master… The master of hands… Of ”Ladyland”, electric A vinyl worth the weight Of three bricks of gold For its’ platinum sold, and- I could never trade that thrill

Rear a cub of a tiger from the day one Raise him, as absolutely alone Care him, like your child Never think, he is not wild Involvedly with you, he may play Your actions, he may replay With your care,

The birds are so bright with their song The rain from the night still lingers on The coldness of the breeze cuts surprisingly long The darkness turns to light and to the day you now belong The slumbering sleep becomes

Drumming in the head Is a tune orchestrating As if the thoughts embodied Gulped in a quick thirst Blended in and synchronized Now Whirling in and out, spiraling A multifarious reel of amusement! Oh! In an unreal ticking of time

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

I am Ngba the game of Ndi igbo Played by men of stone chest, And stone skin. Where legs will gather to gaze. A trail of our culture, amusement, and unity. Fueled with the aura of the talking Ogene and

The world is cast under darkness, That’s what the earthly theme goes; A living heart goes the same And so on a Rose. Truth has charred off, With fraudulent leading the way; “Make us free from Darkness”—— Couldn’t I hear

Take me to the place where the pain is far away To the place when I wake up and I don’t wish I was dead In the magic place where you and me are alone for as long as we

When life hits, it doesn’t pull its punches; It hits harder than you would think but is not as bad as you would perceive. When you are withdrawn from its reach it will eventually catch up, and like an angry

Poignant dreams chased by fictitious self; Serendipity of mind breaking the veneer of heart Vainful self once taking a back seat; Though not for long But the veracious sun does smile through Minuscule though it may be to me; Shallow

Slicing the red velvet not drawing blood with your nails you walk on the body of compromise kissing the fleece of death. Untitled, larger than life unpresent, missed moments would take the revenge from no thing. The violence will end

Seeking you, We endure, These daily trials, Brutal and unforgiving. We pursue you, In our thoughts, In our prayers, We ask for you. As these ordeals, Better us, We descend, Coveting you. There was never Any hope Nor salvation. There

Quintessence of beauty, you rule every heart, Queen of my dream you are, my loving partner, Your quixotic gestures create stunning energy, When clouds are thundering to strike our love. Redolent air surrounds you ecstatically, That inebriate the soft heart

Our guardian angel so strong and kind patiently answering questions from each young mind your turqoise eyes shimmered like the sea silver hair brushed so finely your love shone for all so clear and bright like a beacon rivalling the

Mid May Moon, rise not now With such dim face in burnt haven. Troubling summer with fiery fumes Has filed the sky sphere to utter haziness Making your turf more tired and clay Sucking all azures from Venus scoop. The

She feels like Chandramukhi a woman who never was loved but only used by many to realise their dreams May be that was her fate to be a rung of a ladder to the unknown passersby coming to quench their

Above us, lightning was dazzling, blinking, and picturesque. Blackened sky, moonless and star free; a massive light show! Like a human anatomy of nerves, spread in every direction; I wonder the bounty of harnessing such explosive power. A storm is

If only , There was a chance , Splendid moonlight , yet no romance … Eyes meet , A Failed greet , Love at loggerheads. Respective faith at distress .. What was it , Magic that night or gloom of

You wanted to live inside a shell and step outside, in a bowl of habits, sometimes, nudging accumulated sins to offset the aftershocks. Tsunami is here to stay. The crowd was swelling lured by candles on the sea. Each candle

Guiding light of nature, The presence of God for mankind, His enormous love for people, We always leave behind. Never tried to see him, and believed that he doesn’t exist. Never tried to feel him, and believed that he has

my dad is moving halfway across the country at 90 almost and this place where he’s been living I will never see it again I haven’t known it long and it is not beautiful or magnificent not special at all

Oh bird, your meditation, that Indian monks borrowed And conduct school of meditation, with no means, To their ends, as they do it artificially, as a road-show; But thou makes it creative to find your prey and catch it As

alone in my bed I lay still not able to pray I close my eyes to a world unknown cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence alone helpless with demonic bites viscous fangs with long stemmed dripping blood

To my best friend My inspiration The rhythm to my rhyme These words in collaboration So smitten with you From the twist of your lips In the corners when you smile To the curl of your toes When you stretch

Little boy, what kind of world are you born into? The hard ground for a bed and a bag of cement for pillow The color of your sleep in bleak rest is laid, But your dreams, they are as colorful

Since the very first day Till now My feelings havent changed Yes i still love you Only i know what i been thru Waited for your reply From the night till the sky turned blue Never paid attention what others