Allegory Poems -3 Poem by ashok jadhav

1. Fear as a Shadow Companion
Fear walked behind me, thin and tall,
Never speaking, never small.
It mimicked each uncertain move,
Stretched longer when the light improved.
I ran once—Fear learned to race.
I turned to face it—lost its face.
Shadows survive by borrowed sun;
When owned, they fade. The fear was none.
2. Memory as a House with Sealed Rooms
The house remembers every year,
Some rooms unlocked, some sealed with fear.
Laughter sleeps behind a door
I pass but never touch anymore.
Dust guards what the heart once knew,
A child, a wound, a sky once blue.
Not all rooms ask to be re-seen—
Some keep us whole by staying unseen.
3. Depression as a Long Winter
Winter stayed past promised time,
Each morning pale, each night a climb.
The sun appeared but gave no heat,
Hope froze halfway down the street.
Yet under ice, the roots held tight,
Dreaming of an unseen light.
Not all winters end in bloom,
But every frost denies the tomb.
4. Hope as a Stubborn Seed
Buried deep in careless ground,
A seed lay still, no help around.
Stones above and drought below,
No season said it had to grow.
Yet one small crack, one inch of sky,
Was reason enough to try.
Hope never asks if it will win—
It grows because it is within.
5. Identity as a Shifting Mask
Each mirror offered different skin,
A role to wear, a face to win.
I smiled in shapes I did not own,
Borrowed voices, borrowed tone.
When all the masks lay cracked and torn,
I stood unarmed, but newly born.
The face that lasts when none are worn
Is not performed—it is sworn.
6. Guilt as an Unpaid Debt
Guilt counted days without a sound,
An interest deep, a wound unbound.
No creditor knocked at the door,
Yet sleep grew poorer than before.
I paid in truth, not tears nor plea,
Accepted fault, then set it free.
Some debts are cleared the day we dare
To stop pretending we're not there.
7. Loneliness as an Empty Marketplace
Stalls stood open, voices gone,
Coins of words lay cold till dawn.
I carried questions, none to trade,
No eyes to see the bargains made.
Yet in that hush, I heard my breath,
A company untouched by death.
Loneliness strips the crowd away
Till self stands honest in the day.
8. Desire as a Wild Horse
Desire broke loose from measured rein,
Thundered through the fields of brain.
It leapt all fences reason built,
Drank risk, devoured joy and guilt.
I did not break it, starve, or cage,
But learned its rhythm, matched its rage.
Desire tamed is not denied—
It runs with you, not where it might.