Realisation poems that celebrate the beautiful realisations life has to offer one after the other. When poets becomes fully aware of something as a fact that was not known before, they note it down in their poetry as an experience that should be shared. Realization poems are full of such beautiful experiences. May you discover new realisations through these poems.
In the solitary confinement of my mind, I have reasoned, recorded and debated A thousand times; over the reasons, And decisions that ensued. Of everything that happened And everything that never happened. And I have realised but two things. What
The vagabond was once again on the window, Begging love and asking to open the gate, And the fairy inside the house reluctant, Said helpless she was being slave of the fate, First you peep in the four windows, Starting
Surrounded with the Beautiful Mist, My heart knows, this is life – a gist. No matter how foggy it seems, My soul desires to take the Leap. Faith and Liberation prevails, Only the charismatic peace it exhales. In front of
Indigenous people’s right Is still stolen by day light You see you look you know The right from wrong and so Idle no more, to get The right back, that will let The web of life be healthy Prosperous and
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
When I look into the mirror I see an unknown person There ain’t a gleeful smile Happiness evades him for a while The eyes were happy sometime ago A different person I used to know A satiated soul, was on
What is left to come across? everything seems to be lying open fatefully exposed before i could reach. Potbellied realities were reluctant to change they seemed to retire with confusions of shadows and full stops. There seems to be so
I thought I knew what was best. I walked away as Jesus was calling instead of granting his request. I closed my eyes and ears to what was taking place. I felt there was no reason for running this race.
Cancer woke up, The passionate wanderer, One with nature’s beauty, From a well of silence. It whispered to me, The value of time, To an awakening of, Embracing every season. In an endless sea, Of eternal harmony, To gather my
You are a lovely girl, Someone as beautiful as a pearl. Hidden behind that timid, shy and reserved attitude, Is someone so opposite to her solitude. You wait for that one chance, Where you can take your life’s better glance.
The gentle touch of the breeze Unfolds the fragrant petals To have the nectar, the bees And butterfly on it settles. All around is green The nature’s carpet laid. The blue sky above, and The clouds giving the shade. The
‘Embarrassment’ said: Some are born to be embarrassed every moment of their life Life never shows itself nice to them ‘Miracle’ added: You are the sunshine to my darkness In a place filled with embarrassment You walked in and spilled
Play up of the providence have tables since turned Pursuing little amiability notoriety always earned Intent though honorable forever daubed in doubt Apathy notwithstanding but spite be done without Conciliation given a shot all overtures got declined Setting right the
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
step off the cliff that’s the fool artist’s life- abandon all hope ye who enter here- what? no audacity? the monster gentrification approaches- wild-eyed- sniffing- is it canine- is it feline? step off the cliff simon says take twelve steps-
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
People everywhere are all the same Given names and titles playing a game The game you might call seek and hide A full circle of love never divide This is the law of creation In every country for every nation
Pseudoscrubbing was going on the scripted drama, words apart. The tears were denied to him and the moon slowly made peace on the white marble of a cult, and the river had scored a victory. He was very upset by
My mind is flooded and his brain is blooded. schooled to just Google the truth about the youth and the proof about the loot. The crimes of the times but we were not schooled for the crimes of the heart.