Poems on "Inspirational"

Your World

a poem by

Patricia Dsouza

Take me into your world,
Where deepest pain is all curled!

All that appears from out of the mist,
Even as you resist.

Gentle hearts too fear.
But I will never fail of my purpose here.

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Karma… what goes around…

a poem by

Ketan Sonalkar

What goes around comes around
Be it relations or any other interaction
Sometimes it is very profound
And many a times a different reaction

Karma may be a given name as such
But what matters is your dedication
You may give someone so much
Still leading only to commotion

A good deed may be done this week
But the rewards may take years to reap
The positive vibrations always leak
Returning the rewards in a huge heap

What goes around will come around
But you never know from where
Either the sky or the ground
In your destiny it will always be there

What you do today will be repaid later
Whether it was a positive or negative
You may not be in a position to ponder
All depending on what you take or give

So what goes around comes around
The basis of human behaviour
Be ready to face the sight and sound.!!
In any of life’s endeavour..!!

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Hope till success

a poem by

Atharv Rawat

I say I will try
Everytime when I lie

I loose hope and I cry
Whenever I just really try

I get up and begin to fly
But never went so high

That the hope which was mine
Tried a lot, and I started to fly

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Have you been there

a poem by

Patricia Dsouza

Have you been there?
Where I have been
Have you lived in fear?
Surrounded with pain and tear

I hear someone say – Love conquers is all

I wonder, was love really shown across?
Was anyone there to see my loss?
I have been in a grip for a while
Darkness surrounded me

Yes, I just wanted me to be FREE……
Never knew what that meant to be
But today is the day and now is the time
Tears of pain, in the age of crime

Now as the scales on my eyes fell dry
Free at last, as I turn and fly

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A letter to future poets

a poem by

Rosaryman .

To future poets,
Poetry, hearing this word everyone imagines a dead art
A Poet! Hearing that this is what my son wants to become parents rush out to stop him.
They don’t want him to spoil his life by writing poems Poem!
A necessary evil that chaps have to study during schooling.
Friends, you are born in a world which thinks poetry is dead.
You will live in a world where people might state poets
as characters from past who have no place in the modern society.
Believe me everyone will think of you as an idiot,
having no work to do; wasting his time.
Now its no more about future, it has already started.
You will be persecuted for your poetry, even I was.
I was an emperor living in a royal palace; ruling over my vast empire.
Suddenly I saw a maid, most beautiful creature ever mankind has produced.
I fell in love with her, Love at first sight.
I decided to marry, everyone was stunned.
Life threatening, guilt and shame were all that I gained.
I had to forsake, forsake everything that was regarded as mine
Forsake my empire; forsake my authority; for her sake.
That prettiest of all, her name was… Poetry.
Yes, its true you will have to sacrifice,
Sacrifice your respect and your respectful life.
If my above sayings discouraged you; you are not a poet
At least a true poet,
Cause if you were, you would challenge my words with yours.
Nothing! Nothing can ever take what was yours.
Your closest will tell that poetry is a dead art and you are its coffin;
But as long as you are alive poetry is in your blood.
You have not chosen poetry, poetry has chosen you
And she will test you; to know are you worth being her bridegroom
What will be your answer?
In Poetry
Your ancestor

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A Saga of Success

a poem by

Himadri Sharma

Life wants you to believe,
You were born to achieve.

When your journey begins,
Don’t forget to grin,
Sooner or later you will win.

Life is not a race,
Stride ahead at your own pace.
A dash of passion on your face,
Work hard as you step up your chase,
When You grow with grace,
Excellence is what you will ace.

Your dreams reside high up in sky,
The stars shine bright as you lay by,
The almighty above wishes you to fly.

Carry your passion up your sleeve,
A saga of success is what you will weave!!

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Aparthied

a poem by

Bolloju Baba

“Teacher! Can I give the bouquet to the Chief Guest?”
“No. You can’t. We have already selected someone else.”
and soon she realized the difference between
her and that ‘someone else’… her tan.

Emptying tears and blood into the gorges of history
It plays chiaroscuro on the path of life…
She wanted to cry hoarse
that soul is superior to the shuck.

With reddened eyes and swollen face
she silently departed
collecting all her prizes.

Ten years later…
nobody understood why
the Chief Guest
after finishing her speech
walked down to a student
with reddened eyes and swollen face
placed the bouquet in her hand
and patted her on shoulder before leaving.

They will never understand for another ten years to come.

(Bolloju Baba – Original in Telugu, translated by Mr. N.S. Murthy)

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A Tribute to the Greatest Dreamer of Our Generation – APJ Abdul Kalam Sir

a poem by

Avijeet Das

Infinite dreams of those sublime moments
When you surreptitiously read about stars and galaxies
And you helped your father ferry the villagers across the river
Priceless thoughts that you comprehended in your cerebrum
Precarious to imagine, dangling onto a thin gossamer
Desperate to break-in with that brilliant discovery!

You would stay awake when everybody else slept to read and study from borrowed textbooks Of helping friends and thoughtful elders, you would then dream-on those illuminating yet Elusive rays in your mind’s canvas and paint with the multitudinous colors of the rainbow, you Never thought the mind had any limits
For your dreams encompassed the Universe of Universes!

As you woke up before dawn while everybody else slept and only dreamt, you toiled hard and Delivered newspapers to sleepy homes and to give shape to your dreams that would await your Paint-brush and colors to arrange from the disarray!
And as the dawn slowly took shape so did the pied blooming of a desert rose !

~ Forever you will be remembered A. P. J. Abdul Kalam Sir, you taught us to dream big!

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Verse of Love

a poem by

Williamsji Maveli

Like the verses of love,
written on the walls
of my inner heart…
you have become
my counterpart,
never, ever you depart

Like the curses of lust,
touched on the shores
of my dwelling resort…
you have become
my counterpart.
never, ever you depart.

Like the dew of dawn,
showered on the petals
of my budding rose…
you have become
my counterpart.
never, ever you depart.

Like the chirping of dove,
heard on the soft skin
of my red cherry lips
you have become
my counterpart.
never, ever you depart.

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Cradle of Compassion

a poem by

Satheesan Rangorath

I was fumbling in the darkness.
Tsunami of night was consuming me.
Wading I walked slowly in faulty steps,
Faltering my feet fell on unknown terrain.

Frustrated I looked around for a familiar sound.
No there is only louder drumming of fear.
Heart beats in faster and faster tones.
I closed my eyes creating more darkness.

Resigning to my fate I spoke in delirium.
A cold shower of emotions dampened me.
My spirits drenched in my emotions.
Stranded in my thoughts I cuddled to sleep.

I woke up as a little child so confused.
Suddenly I saw the light of a laughter.
Sharpened my ears I tried to listen.
Yes, I Had heard it before, far from depth of time.

Slowly I heard a footfall nearing me.
I got shuffled and waited anxiously.
A soft subtle aroma spread around.
I heard a clang of bangles in my ears.

Glitter of a diamond nose stud.
Then brilliance of a sweet smile.
I saw the entire world for a split second.
My eyes filled, tear was flowing instantly.
I was carried in the cradle of compassion
I was toddling holding the tip of Her Saree.

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Hands across the Sea

a poem by

Satheesan Rangorath

Hands stretched, Mother Earth awaits,
Embraces every being born on her lap.
From far and wide of each continent,
She feeds and nurtures each creature.
She never shows any long face to anyone.
Breast feeds her milk of love and grace to all.
Caste, colour, race, creed all same for her;
She adores her head with a rainbow.
She hugs the world across with passion.
Grace falls on each one incessantly.
Only one has to just drink it with awareness.
We arrive in this world as visitors.
But we make it a hell in a short time,
Bleeding her soul profoundly by our greed.
At least once for all, let us extend our hands across,
Let us be friends, brothers and sisters,
And make our stay in the comfort of peace.
Before departure, let us unite,
Make a United Nations of Harmony!

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Kumudh – A Phenomenal Personality

a poem by

Shivaji Pandhare

This pounce of leopard with agility
Eye lid open and shut erased all
What we could say, that cruel beast
Only memory remained now and then
I realize value of once
How true one must be with life
Throw these thousand faces away
And be original like you
I do not remember now that simple
But lyrical dancing sentences,
This void of rhymes remained unfulfiled
Look at fathomless sea what leaves on coast
I muse that tried much yearn lot that odessy
Somewhwere god also morbid I felt
Or is it one kind of blessing of him?
I have the cheerful photo of elder sis
You taught me how life flows in our veins to heart
And what is invisible lives, always in infinite
Don’t fear my dear, I am always near you.
Hear me in birds chirping, in blooming flower
My smile and enjoy
I love not because you still love me.
That flow never stops inside me to love.

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Symphony of Lights

a poem by

Satheesan Rangorath

I want to feel.
Feel life raw,
blended to nature.
I stand alone,
flowing my senses.
I see beauty everywhere.
Each creature touches me,
teaches me.
I open my eyes.
Gape with awe.
Feel each heart beat,
the rhythm of life.
I am a part too.
I wish to cry.
Love to smile.
Laugh rollick.
Every sound is music to my ears
I shut my eyes humming a melody
I see night sky,
Litter with stars.
Moon wades in clouds.
Somewhere is a planet,
may be life ticks there too.
What a beautiful arena it is.
I wish I could flow, fly.
Flow my heart,
my love to all.
Light every heart a wick.
A spec of light,
dancing in each soul,
a dance of hope for all,
a song of compassion,
a long hug merges into heart beats.
Notating a symphony of lights and shades.

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Courage

a poem by

Gitanjali Mitra

Nothing happens until you take a courageous decision
Courage is the key to success
It’s the will that will take you to greater heights
To do the impossible
And not dreams or stress
Take an initiative
Take the right decision
And you will become what you want to be
To achieve greater goals
To do something for the world
To become a good human being
That’s what one should be

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Mangalyaan (Voyage to Mars)

a poem by

Satheesan Rangorath

It is alright how we came.
But one cannot deny our presence.
We are in the Mars club.
found our way ahead in a bicycle!
No one helped us to be here.
It is our Vedic skills,
made way for cosmic dreams.
If you like it or not,
we made our entry silently.
We may have used a bullock cart,
a buffalo for our space ship.
Cow dung as fuel.
Does it matter?
It is not to conquer Mars.
Just to be there to do our bit.
Entire universe is a puzzling mystery.
The more we are in,
the more we entangle in the puzzle.
Depth is so deep.
Neither end is seen nor beginning.
But there is hope.
Hope in and for humanity.
Please wear your DESIGNER HATS
We wear our turbans.
Please do cartooning,
But do not mock at us in a cartoon.
It is not for mockery but for good taste.
Let us do something,
useful for humanity.
Not to make a Nuclear winter out of greed.
We chant a hymn.
a mantra that reaches beyond galaxies.
A couplet for our liberation.
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.
(Peace on us, Peace on us ,Peace on us)

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