"castes" poems
You who goes by "Lonely"
Yes you, who reads these rhymes
Please pause here for a moment
I won't take much of your time
You see my friend, I'm lonely too
In the dark with paper and pen
So I'm writing you this poem
and signing it "Your Friend"
Though I'll prob'ly never see you
nor ever know your name
I do not need to see your face
nor know your cash and fame
I do not care what color you are
how short or tall or fat
I'm weary of all these parties and creeds
So, for a moment, forget all of that
Yes you, dear friend, forget with me
Inhale this moment serene
where we are not opinions or castes
Just two humans with two glowing screens
Be human with me, simple and pure
For a moment breathe deep and feel free
then should you have the time, and a halfway good rhyme
Perhaps write a poem for me.
Signed,
Your Friend
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
Maverick Don’t Panic
A Bad Boy,
with a good Heart,
at the tail end,
of a head start,
“Oh he’s prolific,
he’s profanic,
he’s depressed,
he’s manic,
he’s processed,
he’s organic,
he meditates and sits,
when he just can’t stand it,
and remember this is just a test so for the love of God please don’t panic,
or take anything for granted,
**** it,
I’m a good kid,
but got some bad habits,
got a good plan too,
just have to enact it,
bad,
but not the baddest,
and if they want it,
they can have it,
the map is,
my plan and,
in other words,
the Atlas is how I Nav this,
a Maverick,
like Cuban,
not Gooding no Sir.,
no Jr. a señor,
well not in age but in position,
in other words they’re minor leagues and we’re major,
a Maverick,
like Cuban,
not Gooding no Sir,
no Jr., a señor,
like Mark,
Zuckenberg,
a stark,
contrast between Comcast,
in other words,
Light & Dark are different castes,
in communications at least,
ComCast Communications Caste,
same waves just different frequencies,
in the sea,
the internet catches,
big fish and small fry,
Dark Shadows and Bright Lights,
right?…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
A beautiful nation,
In the middle of the pacific ocean...
Filled with all races, its multi racial...
A paradise where the sun rises first...
Lots of people come as tourist or guests...
Sun shines brighter in the west...
Heat smearing enjoyed by rest...
With coconuts to quench your thirst...
You bet, we are the best...
Fiji as a small country with a big heart...
Welcoming people from all different castes...
With majority population of Fijians and Indians...
We are given the citizenry to be known as Fijians...
Hindi, English and Fijian are the spoken words...
Once you come you may never feel among odds...
Hot springs, hike place, wonderful beaches...
Friendly people and no dangerous creatures...
Waterfall, country rides, water dives and much more...
Am sure you would enjoy and not get bore...
This is my home, a paradise heaven on earth...
I seek nothing but to live here until my death...
©sim
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
Who is the world to define mine right or wrong?
I am the one who decides it on my own
The world a crazy place, people so weird
Finding faults everywhere, while hiding in their beard
When you stand for the right,
They will advocate the wrong
Justifying the same
With million excuses in their thong
Nirbhaya ***** they say girl was characterless
Skirts, shorts, boyfriend, night shows - shameless
And inchoate, rightly arousing men to ****
One in coma now a four year old gang *****
Society mum when humanity disgraced???
Where are the people of so called decent family?
Who judge n criticize from hair to lamellae
If smoking kills, why is it not banned??
Beef eaters killed, man eaters praised on the land
Alcohol, marijuana bad for health
While more people die from terrorist attacks
Crores are spent to maintain a terrorist
To a soldier dying for the country, not even lakhs
A rich is a witch flaunting their gold
A poor a leech for things they cannot afford?
Without external beauty a person is a waste?
Your pennyless pocket how shall I grade?
Other’s loss is a righteous act of God?
Yours is a tragedy, unfortunate loss???
And then you have religion & morals
To justify your notions
Right or wrong, judgement filled oceans
I am a free spirit,
Born not to please your beliefs
Enough of hypocrite world I see
Killing and dividing on castes and creeds.
© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 13 Oct. 2015
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
*"As the same fire assumes different shapes
When it consumes objects differing in shape,
So does the one Self take the shape
Of every creature in whom he is present."*
(Katha Upanishad II.2.9)
*"As the rivers flowing east and west
Merge in the sea and become one with it,
Forgetting they were separate rivers,
So do all creatures lose their separateness
When they merge at last into pure Being.
There is nothing that does not come from him.
Of everything he is the inmost Self.
He is the truth; he is the Self supreme.
You are that Shvetaketu, you are that."*
(Chandogya Upanishad IV.10.1-3)
*I don't understand,
Why, in this land,*
Where these sacred
scriptures were written,
Were so many religions born--
*I don't understand,
How, in this land,*
Were differences encouraged,
When the backbone of all life
Always was recognized as liberation--
The acknowledgement
Of all different religions, castes, creeds,
Really broke the deal you know...
Imagine, if all the cultures were mixed
Instead of being separated, unconnected, segregated;
And churned into a liberal philosophy
The Philosophy of Liberation (read: Moksha)
We'd have prevented so many wars,
All fought under the cloak of differences and disparities;
We could have averted
So much bloodshed,
So many innocent screams--
And these shudders down your spine right now?
They would be the product of fiction;
Not the echoes of cruel reality...
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
Sunglasses stolen from Wingz in Duck, NC
a $15 thrift shop suit - just in case
the car is used
and the cashiers at the GoodWill down the street all know his face
bagged eyes
morning after hair
in need of a shower and a smile
He just bought a $200 laptop
now he masturbates in style
shoving Lenovo 2in1's and iPad's up their ***
please sir - may I have some more
status symbols symbolic of castes
and he hides among the untouchables
but this **** is loud
and I don't drink ***** unless P Diddy made it
Memento Mori
when we die -
we'll leave behind remnants of our false idol
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
The stars above dot the midnight sky,
As the full moon castes a watchful eye,
As we walk along the deserted sand,
Our arms swing gently, hand in hand,
I cannot help but stop and stare,
As the moonlight shines in your hair,
As the stars alight your pretty face,
I feel my heartbeat start to race,
Without another soul around,
We lay our blanket on the ground,
As I watch the starlight reflect in your eyes,
Like the tide around us, my passions rise,
Our bodies together, we begin to lock,
Like a ship that's nestled in it's dock,
Surrounded by nothing but the stormy sea,
Soon we are the lovers we long to be,
As we join together we begin to ride,
Like a boat set sail amongst the tide,
Our bodies entwined in constant motion,
Like a ship set sail on a stormy ocean,
Your pleasure in waves as you call for more,
Like the waves crashing into the shore,
When it's over we keep each other warm,
Calming, like the sea after a storm,
We lie together in each others reach,
Just two lovers on the beach.
01-26-10.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
Its as cold as ice and hard as stone; no positive emotions are radiating off of it.
The edges are sharp like a razor, ready to cut anything that comes it’s way.
When the light tries to shine over it, a darker shadow castes under it.
The shadow is so dark that people get blinded in the darkness.
You can feel the hatred and lust for vengeance from just looking its way.
When you turn around a soft voice tempts you to look back at it.
And when you do, everything goes black.
Just like her heart
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
We have two castes, the rich and the poor,
The rich focus on increasing their assets.
The poor focus on repaying their debts.
But,
The rich becomes richer,
The poor becomes poorer,
Atlast,
The rich fly and the poor die.
And we call it 'Incredible' INDIA.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
As the setting sun denies its light,
And the darkened sky cloaks the night,
As the full moon castes its gentle beams,
I'll be alone again, with my dreams,
And if my dreams shall come true,
I'll be alone again, holding you.
10-08-10.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
What if
all the species
on earth except humans
Got united and attacked us:-
For being so stupid and inhuman
For being so idiotic to destroy
our own common place of living ..
For mining our own resources
to the bottom so that nothing is left for future..
even for our future generations..
For being so cannibalistic,
for being in war, for being parasitic,
for killing our own species..
In the name of religion, caste, colour and creed
That big nations manufacture weapons
To be sold to terrorists
To **** its own people?
And then hunt the so called terrorists
Which are their own making?
What if there were no religions?
What if there were no castes?
What if there were no Gods?
What if there were no fights?
What if if there were no wars?
What if there was only peace?
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
I am king of the world, universe and everywhere,
But I have only a hint of power.
So all I can give you is attitude.
Just pointing out injustice
Where I see it.
Classes and castes and religious divides
I see as evils
To be opposed
With all my might.
For sure I’ve little might
Of course,
But I still have the right
To say that it’s all wrong.
Classless society is what we want:
Well anyone who’s worth his, or her salt wants that.
Religious discrimination is another thing
We need to remove
From our way of life.
There are many more evils in our world,
So we must do
All we can
To obliterate them
At every opportunity.
I can’t put this any other way,
Poetic or not,
We have to stand
And fight
Against all that we see
As bad.
For the Common Good.
Paul Butters
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
This world...our world , got it's differences..
It held a beautiful statistics..a brilliant geometry of lives..
People sketched, the unnecessary graphs..
in the name of castes , colour , gender , nationality and what not!!
Hence created the ugliest line of division..
about ,who can be the numerator and be above the community line..
and who can be the denominator and live under the poverty line..
Some crafted wealthiest names..while others had to hide their tears under unfinished roofs..
Some chased for their own rise...while others have to eat the only rotten rice..
Multiplied the division deliberately..
Added up the differences wanting-ly..
We should evaporate the boundaries , we drew in our life's charts....
should redefine our lives , to decrease the death rates...
Let's choose humanity over cruelty..
Helping over hindering..
Love over hate..
Remember ,we all are alike..
'cause every being has to make their first cry after birth..
'cause every being has it's last breath..
every being has to breathe till death..
every being have to bleed when cut..
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 10:59 AM UTC
From my Dark Watcher series:
Evil rage strikes forth from his soul,
raw with the pain of rejection.
Reaching out to callously feed on another.
Caught in a web of deceit so lethal as to –
infect the lives of the innocent with his poison.
He cripples their future with angry words, painful blows,
Castes them out with vile actions of revenge-
destroying all their dreams.
He tears at the last vestige of hope,
till there is nothing but darkness, and despair,
dragging them into the same pit of rage
that swallowed him.
Love and hatred embraced in a pitiful-
dance of conformity,resignation in every step.
Contagious venom leaks from one to another,
creating a bane of evil, so corrupt, and secretive,
the damage-sometimes irreversible.
Kathleen M. Kohl/Levinski
This may be difficult for some to read, as many shall see themselves within the written words, either as the perpetrators or the victims of abusive relationships.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
India is our country
And we are told
It's a great country
However, I beg to differ
Rather, we are sold
The idea of an utopian nation
A country with a myriad variety of cultures
Races, religions and languages
United by a common feeling of brotherhood
However, look beneath the hood
And the idea implodes spectacularly
Crumbling in a heap
Instead, emergeth a divide so deep
That it can be bested not
Even by the mighty Pacific Ocean
Truth be told, we are but a Hindu nation
In all but name
Instead, we put the blame
For all our evils
On the British, one day
And the Mughals, the very next day
While more and more blood spills
In the name of religion and caste
How long will this last?
India is our country
And as per the Constitution
All Indians are our brothers and sisters
However, if you use your imagination
Understand, you will
That this is just a facade
Designed to protect our international image
As you turn page after page
Of our so-called glorious history
Emergeth the true picture
A land comprising thousands of castes
Fighting each other since the beginning of time
Something that would put to shame
Even the fickle-minded Romans
During the reign of Julius Caesar
We Indians are indeed pathetic humans
Falling like nine pins
At the slightest hint of pressure
While boasting about past wins
That no longer matter
India is our country
And a time there was
When, a proud Indian I was
However, passed have light years, since then
Oppressed, have been our women
More so, those who are underprivileged
Brahmins, were the rapists of Bilkis Bano
And hence, did they go unpunished
Meanwhile, ***** by the Indian Army
Are the women of Kashmir and the North Eastern states
For which, not a single mainstream feminist bothers to show even the slightest sign of empathy
Something that truly makes my blood boil
Even as hundreds of wrongdoers get bail
Because, our justice system is an epic fail
On the other hand, you have innocent people
Languishing in jail for ages
Because nobody bothers to turn the pages
Of the Constitution of India
Yes, India is our country indeed
But patriots we are, no longer
Because, ultimately, humanity is stronger
A field where India can never take the lead
Yes, Indians we are
However, humans we are first
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 2:01 AM UTC
Look look look
At this huge clay
Clay is falling on top of clay
The end of clay is also clay
Hey!!! stop stop stop......
Stop saying it "my ,mine"
Nor its yours , nor its mine
Its four days !!!
World is festival of four days
Then the clay is just waste
The end
Dont make
here hustle bustle
Also i am clay
also you are clay
This Castes is clay
Those Clours are clay
" Just God is high"
Everything else
Is just
" clay"
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
In this violet hour, as dreams court demons and the seams holding the ocean of your soul threaten to split and spill forth your essence into the sky above, time almost seems to stand still. The space around you becomes skewed as gravity gives way to weightless flight above a world that never made sense to you in the first place. All the pain, persecution, and perils that are inflicted upon such immense portions of the populations of no one single nation, but all races, creeds, and castes, and at the end of the day it all boils down to the search for the almighty dollar. But none of that matters to you anymore. As you are borne on by invisible wings along the waves of the universe, guided towards the boundaries of feeling, you begin to embrace the emptiness that is nothingness. Your once harried mind now free from the chaos of being, unclouded by delusions of grandeur and eternity, you allow yourself all the time you need to enjoy this respite from thought. Time has become meaningless. Eons pass, knowable existence collapsing inwards on itself, only to explode into radiance and vitality once more. The cycle continues, hundreds of times in the space of time necessary to form a few sentences, while at the same time accelerating to such a point that galaxies could be traversed in the breadth of a heartbeat. Adrift in the void, with no tether back to the realm of mortals, the only course of action is to allow yourself to be lost to sightless visions and wordless descriptions of an existence that you can no longer remember.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
There was a time
When I used to be proud
Of being an Indian
However, that feels like light years ago
Since then, so many things have changed
That I wonder sometimes
If this is indeed the same country
Where I was conceived
Imagine surviving a plane crash
Only to have your face charred in such a way
That it resembles a piece of barbequed meat
And thus even your own mother fails to recognise you
That is the India of today
A democracy only in name
Where the gap between the rich and the poor
Is even wider than the river Nile
The way in which the so-called upper castes
Treat the so-called lower castes
Is even worse
Than the way in which the Nazis used to treat the Jews
Nearly a century ago
Not to mention, to insult a cow
Is considered nothing short of ******
However, harassing a woman
Especially a woman from one of the underprivileged sections of society
Is treated, in the manner in which a simple traffic violation is dealt with
That is, all you have to do; is pay a fine
And you are free to go about doing whatever you were doing
Including harassing more women
Then we come to the small matter of mental health
If you are undergoing therapy or counselling
Or if you are meeting a psychiatrist
As you pass people on the way
You might hear a lot of whispers and murmurs
Making it sound as though you were dying
Or worse, on the verge of insanity
Therefore, whenever you air your views publicly
The chances of people taking you seriously
Are even less than that of Netherlands winning this year's Men's Cricket World Cup!!
It may have been seventy-six years
Since we gained independence
However, the reality is
We are as much independent
As Salman Khan knows how to drive a car
Without killing people in the process
As I mentioned earlier, I used to be a patriot
However, when I think of India now
I feel a remarkably similar kind of shame
That I used to experience during my Engineering days
Whenever I failed in a subject
After all, when your country's international image
Takes precedence over the living conditions of your people
Then it is only a matter of time
Before you are headed down the path of the Nazis
Yes, I am an Indian
And difficult as it sounds to believe, I used to love my country
However, my love for its people
Exceeds that by thousands of miles
Sep 22, 2023
Sep 22, 2023 at 1:24 PM UTC
*LOVE can happen not merely
By touch, words, and beauty
But even by a glance, a fragrance and pathos
So proclaimed Eros
Did it now become clear
That within each one of us resides
LOVE
When the LOVE of
East meets West
North meets South
Everything merges
with LOVE
Thus the wisdom of LOVE
never dies
Amidst classes, castes
sects, regions, gender & age
The core of LOVE
Always endures itself
Let us all promise
To light the flame of LOVE
Within our heart
Let us LOVE
Without hesitation
Let us not reject
Anyone's LOVE
Love is the purest gift of GOD
One truth is clear to us now
From the bereft of sunrise
Rises LOVE
From the lorn of moonlight
Lits LOVE
For those possessing LOVE within
Even a Coal is SUN*
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
Rhymes
like
Blinds.
Stay, masking out the light.
Of that vocabulary mime,
but just so vast while in a fight.
Or, when I'm right.
Or in a cyphe.
Just like I'm hyped just to be spoken to.
Anxiety feels me funny.
Yeah, this sucks. But
here's a joke, or two
And I make them laugh
through this gruesome mask
trying to
break castes.
To solemnly swear
never to raise thy mast.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
We are all lost in a world so vast,
With so many creeds and so many castes,
But there is a belief strong enough to unite us all,
Giving us hope, enabling us to stand wide and tall
Friendship, the key to happiness,
A great virtue, one which can bless,
A desire to protect, an aching laughter
These are the effects of what comes after
It fills us with a power like none other,
Friendship can be between anyone, even a mother or a brother
It's a light that never diminishes,
A relation with a promise to fulfil a thousand wishes
So live, love and laugh,
Make it last all it can,
Sever your feelings of anguish and hate,
It will truly take you far and make you great!
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
I want to be a patriot
But it's very difficult
Because we aren't really independent
That's the harsh truth
Divided by thousands of castes
And a handful of religions
Steeped in poverty
Hard to find humanity
In this third world nation
Easier to find depression!
I want to be a patriot
However, I am hurt
By the sheer apathy
Ever present in our society
Towards the sufferings
Of the depressed and so-called backward classes
As well as mental health
Not to mention, so much filth
Leading to countless diseases
And thus deaths of thousands!!
I want to be a patriot
But nothing to be patriotic about
Most people are selfish
For gossip, they fish
However, when you truly need help
You don't get help
In this society, only pain
Not a single gain!!
I want to be a patriot
But no use for it
This country protects the corrupt
And the morally bankrupt
The good people suffer
Especially the women
And of course, the needy and poor
I am ashamed to be an Indian!!
I want to be a patriot
However, I cannot
All I care about is my close circle
Of family, cousins and friends
Call me anti-national
I won't give two hoots
I'm done
With this so-called nation!!
Aug 25, 2025
Aug 25, 2025 at 4:39 AM UTC
Shhhh.....
Do not speak
Listen to the Silence
Whispering in your ears
Words of wisdom
To wake you from the slumber
Castes by the spell of Reality's lies
Rise from the nightmare
You believe to be life
Living awaits your return
By the bed side.
Shhh......
Do not speak
Pay no heed
To the songs of Sirens
That has made you captives of greed.
Hear your thoughts
It's through those waves
Your being tries to reach your body
To lead you to your needs.
Shhhh....
Do not speak
Learn to listen
For you learn
When you listen
The secrets that are never spoken
Yet are floating in plain sight
Only to be perceived by the seeking eyes.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
I really do offer you my apologies, Esther
for I killed her.
She was a poet, you see
and she made you fly
jump
leap
she made you f e e l—
love, anger, hate
and all the sadness in between
blue, red, black
and all the purple in between
she made you f e e l
euphoria, heaven, hell, misery
she made you f e e l
GOD.
she made you
GOD.
So I offer you my apologies, Esther
for she left you—
like one of God’s abandoned creations
empty, blank, lonely
and all the confusion in between
she left you
crying, silent, sobbing
and all the screaming in between
she left you
ME.
I’d offer you my condolences
(you haven’t felt in a while)
but I doubt you’d take them
after I dragged her carcass from under my bed
and stuffed all-nighters back into her eyes
and pumped ink back into her veins
and wrapped castes of crumbled sentences around her bruises
and she was still dead.
So I offer you my apologies, Esther
for I killed her.
She was a poet, you see,
and she made you
ALIVE.
and left you
DEAD.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
we are not
a country,
we are not
patriots,
just
individuals,
meant to follow
our heart,
the rest
is ingrained,
indigested,
strained
into us,
we are not
borders,
we are not
boundaries,
not religions,
not castes,
not higher,
not lower,
not holy,
not untouchable,
we are much
more than flags,
shrouds and
two days in a
year of
tricolours...
who am I?
is where
it begins...
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC