Empathy Poems

Emotional states of a neurosciencE Match another person’s spectruM Personal feeling as soft as snowdroP Associated with individual’s utopiA Teacher and learner both altruisT Home for those homeless, a flourisH Yarn of compassion and sympathY

The ones causing misery of contemptuous scorn All naturally be present pretentiously to mourn With affected sympathy an overly visible display Assigned triviality living for dead stand and pray Mocked for held beliefs in absence since revered Daubed with fragrances

Word by word I was drinking your fathomless pain, not asking to shine any prehistoric sin. You are still flying straight as the crow flies into timeless grief. Why we have to suffer in the hands of tiny barbs? Who

One fine evening as we sat around, our spirits gay, She came towards us, palms bowl-shaped, eyes accustomed to implore, Though filled with anguish, yet determined, they seemed to say, “A tiny morsel, a little coin, nothing more!” Though the

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

so, like always, morning comes and brings with it news none browses but the pages sit still on the table, irate indifferent we go about our lives, erase the outline we spied, out of the corner of our eye on

To build a wall Of a broken heart By an empathy hope To make a home In a world To live in together With freedom of rooms If it is needed Giving a space For unity in diversity When humanity

Alone inside but, encircled by people invisible to any significance in your eyes, Empty and sorrowful, even a smile is too expensive for you, there is a whisper in you, a hushed voice, the only drive that pushes anything to

If Only I had listened to her, She would now be here with me. Not another nameless figure In another emotionless list Of those gone from this world of the living. I was too preoccupied in my own world While

So intense is the feeling I can barely ignore. The energy so strong I don’t want anymore. It’s people at there worst that torments me so much. The pain and the fear in my heart it does touch. I try

Silence. He could but dread the feel of it The disturbing silence of children back home as adults Even the sub conscious silence of heavy steps in his broken world of isolation The mocking silence of the crumbled currency lying

Behold ! its the rain , oh yes ! Trembling , bouncing , jumping all the way. On the dry , broken paths of undesirable sense Look ! Its a tremendous scene. People are all gathered hence With the birds

More love is good Life has been good to me with lots of love from everyone I had the most rewarding job in the world fighting for those who cannot defend themselves alone I had great friends that truly appreciated

Love Some say love is having compassion for those who cannot fight for themselves and trying to fight for them Others say love is remembering always to say “I love you”, “I’m so sorry” or “thank you” or “have a

Rocky terrain of high mountains, The snow capped peaks ignite, The wanderlust in me; To break away from the drudgery, From the petty human loss; A caricature of intelligent race, Victim of different definitions of God, Blind to the color

It is not AGGRESSION like most people think, there is a FIRE inside which I am not able to SINK… I have no idea why I am always resting on my TOE, instead of FEET, but with FIRE around, you

The poet in cornucopian Singapore Is an ergonomic misadventure; He’s little less and little more The definitive backbencher; He cannot sit easy At his table or in his chair Without wondering where He fits in the economy! Poet! When asked

Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry

To shed a layer of selfishness, watching it fall to the ground beneath me in flakes that wail as I brush them aside and step away from myself. To bathe in sweetness, indulging through every pore with chocolate and chemicals

Neither a coaching class nor experience, We had in baby-sitting, feeding and Cleaning little kids; but managed, somehow, With the limited knowledge, we played it; The little one kept me and my wife, Always active and alert, we never went

I traced the patterns, Under the clear moonlight. So lovingly held, In the heat of, The purple gaze. The upturned contours- Defined- Sharp- In their arrogance. Craggy- In its silvery silhoutte. Perhaps, It was the last time, I set my

I have a dream that each day I call unto morning and rinse my face; I will feel the breeze of last and start something new. Something needed but not known to attention. I do have a dream that when

A sudden tremor with a mighty shake Millions of lives does it take Houses broken and trees shaken Mighty hills all prone to cracken. Peace stolen by cracks so deep A twist it brings in life so steep A crisis

In the quiet of the night they sleep so lost and unaware of time and place and who they are life can be unfair their days once filled with work and play with love and all it’s thrills is now

Come with me and let’s play a game- flip a coin heads or hearts in an affair! Can it be that you simply don’t care- about a fool who’s taken your dare? Surely my smile wasn’t hard to conceal- if

In this endless route called life Where ‘m walking day or night Every moment – every sigh My wanderer soul, asks how and why Where is that place, where I could find thy? I searched for him in temples and

Scribbling down the essence of my heart, Writing down the unsaid words so easily, Hiding it with those blank pages, Which will be filled with the same sweet agony, How I know the pre-written destiny, And still giving my all

Amidst the night, in the world so quiet Slumbered mind to take its time; Tired and weary, losing my control Into the world of endless hope; The pain and agony of my endless past Did come back to haunt me

Give them love, show them understanding- make them feel the person- they once were; their dignity, never take away from them, their self-respect, without hesitation you must maintain. Memory may be gone, storage and retrieval mechanism may have collapsed; like

A poet of the troubled soul A life on who the devil took his toll A happy bouncing bundle of joy Who turned into an angry stepson boy Dear Boddah, will you be my friend? And always will until the

Droplets dew settle sweet Upon a flower gentle sway Cricket’s empathy to the nightress sings Symphonies which chorus soon negates Darkness surrenders into full retreat Withdraws shadow from woodland’s bush and glade To a new found dawn; rhapsody with fresh

Indeed if I play the victim can’t feign but it’s a fact Balance forever skewed short changed not exact Deprived of a fair share in an equitable level field In situations near similar had always but me yield Moments utter

Some always want everything to go their way like the biggest protagonist And spend sleepless nights in search of a way to be the biggest antagonist Expecting to maintain their luxurious and privileged life styles like a true monarchist Yet

You study so hard for a nursing career Sometimes knowledge doesn’t replace fear The job of a 12 hour shift Registered nurse, Some- times feels more akin a curse. Telling my loved ones goodbye And leaving home for the night

Wasting words I want to be electronic; I can only be more robotic. Please try to fix my empathy; I have lost it. I am not hypnotic. I cannot make you feel this, Without giving away my secrets. We need

Look away Transmission overload; Can’t seem to figure out my mind. I’m feeling home alone in time, Too late to find a bride. I have slept a thousand years; No princesses kiss to change my heart and wake me up.

The chord struck again Without any desire, the tears did rain. Unable to find why, The angels did solace. But, the inner demons smirked hysterically, “Oh! what did you gain?”. If empathy is what you want , It is lame!

Heavens descended Agni, Varuna, Indra & Yama¹ lined up To witness a Swayamvar² Of a heart with a soul, A reunion on earth & a Meghdutam³ With a cloud as pen The universe as canvas Was asked to describe The

This day of sixty fruitful weeks shadow pristine relics of bundled keepsakes adorned in obsolete gazettes of passing snow storms, puppy training and next door’s junk mail. Transition logs re-call six states, five military orders, four duty stations, six rusted

Happiness Happens , When the Sun shines , bird rhymes , flower blooms , and river flows . Happiness Happens , When the airs breeze , ice freeze , clouds thunder , and kids wonder . Happiness Happens , When

All humans are part of one god. But still they fight among themselves. In the name of religion, Ever at the name of caste, At the name of the country. Why cannot we all live together? If we all live

This wake, I owed it to you, my defining moment: for the raw melding, of life imprisonement and death behind the bars. The sin had seeped slowly in the foundations. A blurred view of the caravan passing on the shifting

You forgot the lines and lineage. Getting all or nothing, pulling away at the umbilical cord, seeking liberty to commit a sin or feeling liberated after committing the sin. The tone embodies the elopement, unbound, to invent the disorder and