mandela Poems

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Tribute to Nelson Mandela

Tribute to Nelson Mandela ode

What manner of global icon so venerated? A sage of global repute, a demi-god politically deified, a martyr once resurrected and a hero eternally celebrated. Deeply rooted in the annals of Africa’s peculiar history are your seemingly unachieveable and unparalleled

Power salute to Nelson Mandela

Power salute to Nelson Mandela short poem

One man against A mountain— Steep And, inhospitable! A man called Nelson Mandela— And, a mountain called The Pretoria regime! He was determined Like the proverbial spider… He was not one To give up! His crusade against Injustice Landed him

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The Rainbow Laundromat

The Rainbow Laundromat ode

Open twenty four seven proclaims the sign across the front door A warm refuge for the bergies dossing on the linoleum floor Fluorescent tube lights hum and flicker The homeless beg for food and hustle for cheap liquor The air

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We Are In Peace

We Are In Peace short poem

Heavenly peace is not here we say, But that’s not true, Strong people always dominate a prey, But that’s not true. Like fingers are different though reside together, We all are different but made of same leather, Laughing, loving and

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Winner

Winner short poem

Just a random thought came. Words of praise recognising my name. My body rushing to the Hall of Fame. But now I realised I was in a game; a game in a dream to blame. Maybe? Maybe …… the dream

Fully Loaded, Let Me Spill…

Fully Loaded, Let Me Spill... short poem

And I don’t care how high you are Is your mind open? Blissful emotions exploding in these tunes Mind blown, useless frowns Wake me up This life is endless, it’s passing Moving fast or not fast enough Fully loaded,Let me

Reality Of A Poet

Reality Of A Poet long poem

With full zoom to start day afresh I occupied my revolving chair in front of the computer screen and switched on the Internet to begin yet another day of oozing out random thoughts that have accumulated in my mind over

Rain

Rain short poem

I lay in bed Listening to the hammering rain Pit pat pit pat Beating on the window pane I gaze at these racing drops Hitting a different note each fall Spreading the fragrance in the air Of their rendezvous with

The Fly

The Fly short poem

The Fly lurks around putrid matter and delights in savouring human waste. The distasteful things we love to hate satisfy his insatiable taste for foul smelling things that are better cast in the bin from our very sight. He does

Memento Mori

Memento Mori long poem

Here rests an anonymous Memory, In the pall of shadows of a wintery night, Half-cold and slither Lone keys jingled in my jacket pocket, And black caps to disguise my fear streaked silhouette, In the pall of shadows of a

Heart Beat

Heart Beat short poem

Dead Will Sure Never Return Return For Sure Their Memory His Heart Was Like A Temple To Me When Alive And I Continue To Worship Him In My Heart As I Feel My Heart Is His Home And My Heart

Grasp

Grasp short poem

I took a deep breath And reached into the bag of my heart. Before I exhaled. I took a step in thought. This gift I have for you, it’s not like I have a receipt for it. Hoping that you’ll

The Bonding

The Bonding short poem

What is it that binds me to you? Is it the pain? Is it the scars? Or is it the soul of an old friend? Whom I met years after. Is it the sound of your voice? That I hear,

Proud

Proud short poem

Blasting my senses with lasting noise, The heat of the moment through pain and joy, A testament of strength to hold on tight, Another day gone and another left to fight. Pass me your glances of scorn or praise, Make

Ungrateful Bean

Ungrateful Bean short poem

I have a friend named Bean Who is so mean, Unwashed and unclean. It has to be me To help him, not he, He sucks me like bee. His pain is my pain, In mine he sees no gain, But

Solution

Solution short poem

Dear , my time victorious Love , I live , as you are always with me , Your absence is every thing’s negation ,. For you, pains find glory, Love roots fresh flower , Hope reigns the tomorrow’s dream ,

Disaster And After

Disaster And After short poem

What is the relevance now to live for a cause? Epicenter has changed. They were altering the human gene. Butterflies, the lips of squealing babies. I was very fond of monarchs, flying in huge clouds, settling like a drizzle on

What Is Life

What Is Life short poem

Life is a riddle and to some a game And yet some say a timeless train We cry at birth, as if we know the pain Of sickness, old age and death to blame Along the way some come into

Stoned

Stoned short poem

It was a midnight knock. A cloud laden sky had sent a message. The moon was trembling like a collateral pain in the blue. I had not slept the night, if I could bleed. A toddler had drowned head-on in

I am alive

I am alive short poem

The day has been ghastly but I have survived the desolation desperate like a mast-less ship at the high seas with the anchor lost too just waiting for fate to toss and turn and throw me to a shore but

Stay.

Stay. prose poem

you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph,

The Stripper

The Stripper short poem

She showed up in a faded dress of beige Quite decent, till the time when she sat down And then again when she has crossed her legs This time though, there’s no charge for what she’d shown ‘The clothing shortage

Headlines For A Grim Thursday

Headlines For A Grim Thursday long poem

The Koreans are trading artillery shots a few more young lives shredded all those safe old crows remaking nests eyes so dark you can’t see them when they shift focus you think they’re watching your hands until you feel a

Nightmares

Nightmares prose poem

Our souls felt cold, and our hearts were dry That was the day my family began to die Though by God’s grace, we did survive, We could not resist asking him why Our lovely daughter met an older guy who

Bitter Waters

Bitter Waters prose poem

You will see me someday, the open wound deep inside Seeing only the truth, despairing I hide The growing bitter bed, you will see and obey Together, apart, we wed, sever the day Like a raw raisin pit, I won’t

Freedom

Freedom prose poem

Tossed and tumbled in the mischievous wind I quickly realized how badly I needed a string attached to my wings and a hand on the back end that I may float in resonance to the breezy music. that I may

You are many

You are many short poem

when life pulls as the flood, you are a rooted plant, resisting and growing by yourself! when life tempts as the apple, you  are a curious eve, sinning and learning by yourself! when life turns into a battle, you are

The Day Of Delight (Part-2)

The Day Of Delight (Part 2) short poem

This is my life, and I am watching the sky sitting on in this earth beside a lake, with a vacant mood; I think it’s the best time to feel the blessedness of this earth. A busy one can’t have

Flux

Flux short poem

Melancholy doesn’t leave it settles in paints the world grey and yes it’s a beautiful monochrome but sometimes even sight becomes lachrymose, then tone is known as just a piece of soul in a different pitch, life seems loud and

Victim Of Mankind

Victim Of Mankind short poem

Summer passed, winter arrived , Short steps turned into long strides , Insects prepare for hibernation, Serenic beauty is nature’s projection , Mother puts her child to sleep, South Africa just won cricket match with clean sweep , Bells ring

As One, Anything Can Be Done

As One, Anything Can Be Done short poem

We have one mother – mother India We have one father – Mahatma Gandhi We have one home – Bharat We have one religion – tolerance We have one flag – the tricolor We have one emblem – Ashoka pillar

A Khalīfah

A Khalīfah short poem

Duke of the East, O righteous Khalīfah! Thou reign with the divine inspiration. Thou art a holy leader, As the Book of the Prophet states. Successor of the decent Muḥammad. “Blessed are thy deeds,” Thy loyal subjects pray to the

Beauty In My Eyes

Beauty In My Eyes short poem

I set out on a voyage, to unfold, unearth the myriad layers of the secrets that creation hides behind each speck, each face. My heart went into raptures at the prodigious loveliness of what I saw! Pretty, smiling faces, eyes

Date Rape Drug

Date Rape Drug prose poem

When you go out somewhere You take much care to be fair But more than that you have to be aware About a new way of mare That is “DATE RAPE DRUG’’ This can be mixed up with your drink

A Breather

A Breather short poem

how to clear a cluttered mind it’s a mystery to me deep breath in relax unwind time to let it be pointless thoughts to be diffused inhabit precious space weary spirit battered, bruised forever on the chase a cluster of hows

The Decision

The Decision short poem

I know this isn’t the answer, But hell it’s a good option. They call me a coward, But they know nothing. My life being suffocated, But it’s my own hands, My own hands are choking me. Oh why am I

Mother’s Love

Her heart is like gold, so genuine, so pure, In the midst of upbringing, she is forgotten, Her life circles around her bundle of joy, Late night feeding, soothing, so adorable, Her morning & evening, one & the same, Whether

Garden

Garden long poem

Sometimes we hide If you ask us where We go It is likely we will tell you In the summer it is a garden of hope It is a garden of blossoms It is a garden of light It is

Catalyst

Catalyst short poem

If not for that pitcher of ugly beer, We’d never have been in love. You for once would never have Made sense of my drunken chatter. Nor I found your stubble anything to Die for, considering how they prick My

Introspective

Introspective short poem

the pulsating ache of flogging after internal cave-in, a goldfish gets smeared with sperm, unclosing, opening a slaughtered canal for the drooping roses under the black wings of shame when in our translucency we were generously distributing arms to legless

Wrangell – St. Elias

Wrangell   St. Elias short poem

All night On the neural paths, have rushed – shiny – The shapes of the world, yearning for Scepters of mountains And valleys and rivers of ice And prairies and lakes and forests, endlessly. Yet it would not be the

Don’t Throw The Bomb

Don’t Throw The Bomb short poem

They will not come down with branding iron and bobbing stings. Instead. we will walk down the earth, to meet the silence in half-lit homes of enemies. This poverty of pause and peeling off from giants of fences. I send