Poems on change that glorify the importance of change in life. This collection of poems about change deals with the subject in such a beautifully poetic way, you will be enthralled by these poems. Change is an inseparable part of human life and as long as the change is positive, everything tends to fall in place on its own. Some pieces are so liberating, it’s won’t be wrong to call them life changing poems. When circumstances change poetry is the only source to keep a note of them, when people seem changed poems are the only friends to help one deal with the agony. So be it happy or sad, teary or glad, every change brings with it new experiences. Many such experiences are weaved in these poems and presented to you. Enjoy the changes of life, and enjoy these poems too!
I watched some clouds the way we used to do, Discerning shapes formed every now and then, When once, a figure looked so much like you, That brought me back feelings so sweet again; It was such joy that flaunts
Desperation clouding my vision Knowing that I hate my decision Accepting my struggles, emerge from compassion Deriving fear, overshadow actions Nervous, waiting patiently Conversation and reasons to love occasionally The storm reassures my edgy, confused mind All I have been
It will be painful, generational. Hard to keep up. The old will resist fight the loss of their world. Change will be blinding, the fabric of civilization fraying turning to dust. Everything known will be obliterated. Humanity loses its identity.
Our river wasn’t a clean river, a mountain stream, a babbling brook, or a silver girl. It was a filthy river, a city river, forsaken, neglected. Long gone, the glory days, when it was thick with trout and where, according
away, away, they go, three in a line, earthmovers all cross hill and valley, chalky soil mounted high towards the strange blue bucket towering in the sky head, thorax, abdomen, bobbing up and down march on, march on, over stone
I am a chameleon Changing colors from place to place and person to person At the streets I walk navy blue, Holding back, Thinking before I act, Avoiding embarrassment. At the seaside I step on the grass As a happy,
The dusk seemed darker than ever, A few stars twinkling here and there. The Pole Star, fixed essentially, giving assurance…. Things are not always as they seem to be. Tossing and turning is the law of existence, None remains untouched,
Your name is marked in its ledger. It will find you, catch you flatfooted. Trap you. Have you. Keep you hostage and not ask for ransom. This is snake charming – rattlesnake charms the man, lulls and rocks and poisons.
Our freedom began with the historic words At the midnight when the world sleeps India will awake we did wake to freedom It’s now the sixty ninth year of freedom But what sort of freedom is this A handful of those
A gush of wind entered Through the open window. My shielded wings wandered all over The unanswered question which I hide in my unconscious mind, echoed in my conscious mind. Who am I ? I have a heart that forgives
Inside my domain every-one’s there Within my brain thoughts are there Flow of past and present is revolving Circulations of thinking driving me crazy Days are passing with same searching incidents Birthdays leaving us reminiscence of events As more and
The deafening cry of the infant and the tiring but resounding smile of the mother herald the arrival of the little cradle to this mystical world of umpteen wonder The creaking sound of the child’s crying,suddenly and abruptly ending, with
This world, isn’t what we thought, But we’ve gone on to see, and fought…! Everything, that came to us, We embraced with love, and made a part of us…!! But, times change, And things don’t go as planned…! All that
Why should the black be discriminated ? whether your blood be high land or low, whether your skin be black or white as the snow, Of reason there’s none, and why should there be As long as there’s fire in
My love, speak not to me of yesterday, Of withered rose and long gone ecstasies, Neither of dreams nor joys that naught did stay, But of today, where starts new fantasies; If love must hold against Time’s adverse flow, Whilst
The flag unfurled, and from within, fresh rose petals Jauntily floated down like gently melting snow flakes. Soon, even the smell of freedom dissipated, losing its Way into the winding lanes and by lanes of our lives. Tell me, which
You charm me It’s all about the tricks you play Tickling my feet Splashing my hair I laugh You whisper We dance You mesmerize me How you never stop your little game, Six hours here Six hours there Back and
Remember when the days were good And we were together, Two fools, such tender, We used to walk, With similar gaits. And I used to talk, Stealthily looking at your face. Those vibes from your touch; Hues of love and
I stare at the bride demure and dainty in her virginal veil. Lift my eyes a little to see her shed her modesty. Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat.
The rising waters envelop me, Frothing and bubbling around, Rushing towards the unknown, Seeking a final resting place. I try to move against the tide, But rivulets pull me resolutely, Like a mother dragging a child, Through the heart of
I stand alone gulping the lazy sun Slouching in sky, avoiding everyone A chaotic day, finally descending Darkness sprouts an intoxicated ending A quiet little leaf falls from a tree You sigh at its fall, I am glad it’s free
With all the wrong notions How are actions sound? In the heat of emotions With groundless ground In the world unlimited With the counted days Without soul’s bid One always strays Being crown of creation One can change his fate
Feel like breaking free from all Good and bad that I recall Free from the shackles of loving souls And from the shackles of fear and doubt Wonder if all feel this way To experience hews on life’s highway. Monsoons
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
Broken,shattered and lost with loneliness deep in my roots I don’t wish for any spring because I am tired of humans. the people who were my blood, my friends have changed with time like weather and I am unable to
For my distant special friend….. I mocked you often Whenever you said we are special friends I asked what does the word Special mean You never explained Now I know why I laughed at you my special friend Never realised
Daily I see a different me, each morning I notice- an iota of sheen missing, a part of me has withered, chipping regularly from somewhere or the other, a delta difference between me and the me from yesterday, Am I
People play the dirty games, all for little fun or some fame. They hide behind the fake smile, deceiving the look in their eyes. They fail to hear the human heart, so miserably they tear it apart. Their empty laughs