Poems on "Ideology"

The Waves and the Ripples

a poem by Ipe Mathews

When the wind strikes the brim of the ocean,
As it blows on the unfathomed water,
Rises a vast wave in the deep yonder
Which, then turns into a vaster version.
As the wind grows gustier and wilder
Like bumptious sea demons roar the breaker
Rising higher into ether’s mansion
And turns into a wave of destruction.

In the petite ponds that calmly slumber
In the green moss covered rustic lagoons
Ripples are born even at plunge of slight stones.
In rings they traverse growing in number.
Yet as they move on they do not cause pains
And harm not anyone by any means.
The ripples wither in silent slumber.
Oh! they wane and ebb leaving no cumber.

Mortals, pretentious of pomp and pride
Who defy even those who stand by you
Beware, the mounting conceit within you
Will be shattered like a rock smashed vast tide.
Cravingly, I desire I were like you
Who abide in silence, while feeling blue,
Like ripples mutely born in ponds’ world
And dwindle in tranquility untold.

Just like that

a poem by Pankaj Kumar

I am writing
Just like that
I was living
Just like that
With all the time
I have became
A useless person
Just like that

Last straw on the camel’s back

a poem by Saktheee S Ravichandran

We are all camels carrying too much of load
Our eyes are shedding tears due to pain
There few seconds our wisdom will rise
From it’s sleep
Give some cautious to know the sorrows of life
She will smile and give a little pleasure
Your wisdom will be buried in to your desire
Again your eyes will shed tears
To get a little bit of relief from your heavy task
Again a straw will be removed from your back and
It will be thrown before your eyes
You will feel a complete relief
From all your burden
She won’t allow you to go out from her hands
Cause she is Maya, very powerful illusion
Her task is to keep you in her circle forever
Though a holy way is very clear and visible to you
You can’t be allowed to go in that way
Cause she is Maya, very powerful illusion
She will remove a straw not of all and
You won’t be let free from Her clutches

Harry Inc.

a poem by Srihari

In Dreamwebus
Largest home plan
Wild guess
Billion trees
Wild breeze
So many girls
So many clothes
So many books
So many flowers
So much water
So many herbs
Surrounded by mountains


a poem by Rohit Verma

“Born with a silver spoon”
People said so
Pal called me lucky
Fortunate heavenly shower at my toe.

Shakespeare mocked the human kind
With the seven stages of life
Made us a joker
In the coliseum of ridiculous life

Something comes in-
What goes out
Five acts or seven acts
Existential is the play

Message goes out to progeny-fear Jesus
His existence is dependent!
Why look up to it

Day is exhausted
Again a dawn breaks
Waiting still- Lost in the eternal blue
For that ethereal sight

The Strike!

a poem by Srijith K Unni A

Shattered Glass and broken sticks
Torn placards, touched in red ink
Shouts and screams, cries of fear
Mind in turmoil, unrest in the air
Rights hard to obtain, bear pain
Fighting hard, destroy and face
No reason at sight, to protest
Just protest, lives at stake

In the midst, blood dripping from souls
A hurried quest for meaning
Of Life, Of reason or to exist
A blind rage, a vision, singular
Rushing in turbulence, in unison
False claims of a horizon; new
All yearn for change, changes radical
Struggling in thought, in action.

While peace settles and wounds heal
All minds are of cryptic state
Martyrs in outlook, heroic in taste
A clouded mind, weakness in brain
Cowering in fear, the aged ask
What the gain, for all the pain
Tears burst at the look of scorn
Always think of your next meal!

Slowly all the losses appear
Over the mind, the clouds clear
In regret, in grief, the brain speeds
A slow awakening to life and normalcy
As time glides across, life blooms
New thoughts arise, changes desired
The old blood, now aged and aged, now souls
Shattered Glass and broken sticks.

By Truth Vision

a poem by Alok Kumar Patnaik

The world and skies are equal by vision
To the grace of divine lord
The heaven and paradises are equal by nature
To the love of my beloved god mother
She guarded me as a pearl in the necklace
Her words and love will blessed here
She fed me with her blood and
Gave me a life and soul here but not misuse
My every pound of flesh,
My every turns and moves in temporary lives
Are her precious sacrifices in the natures
The God and fairies will ever be equal to destiny
She is my darling. I love her forever till my ego end.


a poem by Simon M V J

The wide blue highway
Or a narrow winding road,
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking.
Walk. Walk
That’s all you’ve got to do

The tender desert sand
Or hard rocky mountain
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk. Walk
That’s all you’ve got to do

The taut tight rope
Or lax corridors of power
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk. Walk
That’s all you’ve got to do

Doors of hallowed learning
Or lessons learnt on street
It doesn’t really matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk. Walk
That’s all you’ve got to do

The wild side of life
Or the straight and narrow path
It doesn’t really matter
As long as you’re walking
Walk. Walk.
That’s all you’ve got to do



a poem by Simon M V J

Boy, girl;
Black, white,
Strong, weak;
Pretty, ugly;

Unemployed, self;
Happy, lucky,
Married, single;
Whatever be.

Hindu, muslim;
Rich, poor,
High, low;
Human, we.

Gone, we’ll be;
Fight, must we?
Think, Exist,
Simply, Be.

Rise Again

a poem by Neha R Sinha

The fall hits hard on me,
It’s like a slap on my face.
Embarrassed and beaten,
I’m thrown back to the start of my race.

I’ve got to face my faults,
Got to accept my mistakes.
I’ve got to overcome my weaknesses,
No matter what it takes.

I’ve got to rebuild my dreams,
Got to reinspire my spirit.
I’ve got to restart my run,
Got to rise beyond my defeat.

I’ve got to rise
Rise all over again
I might loose it all
But my life will remain.

And as long as I know
That I’m still breathing
May there be umpteen falls,
I’ll keep rising!!!!

A Missed Target

a poem by Remigius de Souza

FLW’s mile – high ego
Casts its shadow
A missed target of 9/11.

Where do the pigeons dwell?

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(FLW: Frank Lloyd Wright, American architect,
considered as one of the form-givers of the 20th century modern architecture,
who had designed a mile high tower that was never executed.)


a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

What a poet writes that’s a poem.
Readers see if it comes to them.
If they consider it as not poem,
Its readers’, not poet’s problem.
What a poet writes that’s a poem.

I am poet; I wrote only, only “A”
It came to you.and you read “A”
You frowned and spat on the “A”
You spoiled your, my “A” yet “A”
Changes not is Poem; so okay.”A”

“A” is no alphabet;”A” is Poet.
When you see ABCD you see Poet.


a poem by Asha Sunil

Beyond horizons, beneath oceans
The mystery that goes beyond perception
Something with no beginning
Something with no end
Something closest to being God
Something on which everything depends
The whole born out of the whole
The root of knowledge, the unreachable goal
Oh endless passion, oh human heart
Oh infinity, how supreme thou art!

What a life!

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

When I was in school
We had a fixed time table;
Eight periods of 35 minutes each.
And fixed number of subjects to learn.
Little home work; lot of play time after school.

Then the time arrived when I
Bid my school, college good bye.

I am now in School of Life.
No periods, subjects, books.
No teacher, vacation, closing bell.
Only one period to complete every thing.
I am waiting my time to leave School of Life.

What a Difference!
In school life
Life’s School!