Category Archives: Poems

General, Poems

A Stranger, a Desire

Leave a comment

A stranger, a mirage, a dream, an image,
An angel a mystery, a beauty or, a desire
An ethereal charm, appearing in the clouds
Streak of rainbow, painting the skies
I hope and pray, my stranger is a dream come true

Hope the sleeping beauty, is resting in comfort,
Pray the lovely angel is dreaming for best,
Wishing the charming angel a lovely night,
The best for her, she is the dearest in sight,
I hope and pray that the stranger is not a dream, but real

She may disappear into the hazy horizon,
I may melt out of her memory as the heat of routine life warms up,
Our ways may part as the woods grow tall and forest deepen,
May forget, ignore, hesitate, and avoid
Yet, will I hope and pray, stranger you are, someone familiar

today… tomorrow… and forever….

With whom there is no shame, no stress, no fear,
With whom there is strength, confidence and disinhibition,
For whom all the six senses become one,
A one sense of love, desire and passion,
A desire so intense that burns every living moment

Will desire for you, my special stranger,
A charm, an angel, warmth, a desire,
One of ethereal beauty, laden with love and intrigue,
Desiring whom is my religion now
Dream come true, a prayer answered, a desire fulfilled, a hope turn real

General, Poems

Be Grateful, Be Faithful

Leave a comment

The qualifications that gave me a job
Are the same someone else have
But do not have a job, Be grateful

The prayer that God answered for me
Is the same others have been praying
Yet remain in waiting, Be grateful

The road I use daily, safely
Is the same road,
Others may have died on, Be grateful

The temple in which God blessed me
Is the same others worship in too
Still their lives are in storms, Be grateful

The bed I used in the hospital
I got healed and discharged,
Is the same others may have died on, Be grateful

The rain that my land thirsted for
And made my field produce good crops,
Is the same that destroyed someone’s field, Be grateful

Whatever I have is not by my power or by my might
But by His Grace, who is the giver of everything
And in everything give thanks, Be grateful

For everything I have wanted, in faith and in hope,
To reach for the skies, to change the world – from shadows to the stars,
God and universe conceived many conspiracies, to help me achieve, Be grateful

Faith, the substance of things hoped for, evidence of things not seen
That sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible
Be Faithful and be Grateful

Poems

Christmas Carols

Leave a comment

A tinkle, a bell, the trinket and a jingle,
An ornament, a shimmer, the shine and that sparkle,
A light, a gleam, the spray and the glitter,
The eyes that smile, the fragrance of a laughter,
They deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Its Christmas time to fa la la with the dear.

A song, a trumpet, the beat and a string,
A dance, a tap, to jig and a twirl,
A voice, a chorus, the vocals and a choir,
A line, the verse, the greetings and a prayer,
Joy to the World, The Lord is Come,
Its Christmas time and heaven and nature sing.

An angel, a miracle, the holly and some mistletoe,
A card, a note, the calendar and a souvenir,
A handshake, a peck, the warmth of a hug,
A knock, a snack, and aroma of the dinner,
Jingle bells, jingle bells, dashing through the snow,
Its Christmas time to cheer, laughing all the way.

The Star of Bethlehem, there for us to follow,
A Tree of tradition to display our joys,
The Santa, a reminder of the joy of giving,
Nativity and the manger, reasons for the season,
O’ come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
Its Christmas time to rejoice and O’ come let us adore him.

Limitless love, pouring out the hosts,
Prince of peace, mending past pains,
Harbinger of Hope, renewing old friendships,
Messenger of the Father, arrives this season,
Silent night! Holy night! All is calm, all is bright,
Its Christmas time again, Jesus Lord at thy birth.

Time to make some new relationships,
Resting by the path to cherish old friendships,
Moment to pause, say sorry and mend differences,
Time to resolve to spread love, hope and peace,
Hark the Herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King
Its Christmas time to cheer and celebrate with the dear.

Poems

Whispering pastels of Life!

Leave a comment

What is life, but footprints on the sands of time,
Erased by waves of experience lashing on stony practicalities.
A medley of feelings, emotions and thoughts,
Of the soul, body and mind of human distraught.
A river with ups and downs,
Of overflowing cogitations, of ephemeral eternities.
O’ Dear, life is a sweet child of God,
In the heart of moments with whom is eternity!

What is life, but the music of cold breeze,
Passing through the hollowed bamboo sticks.
An orange tint of the full moon,
Rising through the dark clouds, across the horizon.
The hope of a candle flame,
Flickering through the dark spooky nights of rain.
O’ Dear, life is a new born child,
Eyes closed, weeping loud, Mothers love intense, still mild!

What is life, but the melodious tunes of waves,
Percussing hard against the tympanic rocks.
An early morning rainbow,
Across the weeping skies, in a resplendent show.
The hope of an oasis,
On the sands of a desert, on a sweltering noon.
O’ Dear, life is a child crying for a chocolate,
When the whole world is at her disposal!

What is life, but shades of black, white and grey,
Of the clouds sailing with silver lining lay.
The pastel hues of red, orange and yellow,
Of the sun setting in the horizon, so low.
The tale of birds flying east,
With the hard earned prey for their siblings feast.
O’ Dear, life is under an umbrella, a child laughing,
As dark clouds prevail and its raining hail!

What is life, but the snow sailing down
In motion, so slow as a solitary crown.
The swaying branches and wet leaves,
After a drenching downpour of heaven’s tears.
The sun swallowed the darkness around,
The star spangled skies and shimmering moonlight.
O’ Dear, life is a child gazing searchingly,
The vast expanse of nature, through the window, inquisitively!

What is life, but woeful litany,
Of violence, chaos and cacophony for some,
For others, a soothing symphony
Of those unremembered of acts of kindness and love.
It is overcoming those innumerable trials,
Of temptations and thoughts of inhuman calls.
O’ Dear, life is a child suckling at its mother’s breast,
To live, survive and be a Human at best!

Poems

this ones for you Dad

Leave a comment

daddySaving ten cents off a sugar-cane juice for himself so that I could have a dollar worth of coke.
Deciding not to celebrate his birthday only to plan a lavish one for me.
Himself managing with the same pair of flip-flops for over five years but not hesitating to get me a new pair of shoes every year.
Stitch-patching his one trouser to ensure I have seven pairs, one-a-day of the week.
Thinking twice and not getting a wrist-watch for himself but unhesitatingly getting me sun-glasses for no reason.
That my friends are the memories of dad, my dad, I had a few months back.

I do not remember the nights when he stayed-up walking, coz I was sleeping on his warm shoulder rocking.
I do not remember how he sweated in the heat of an army mission when I was playing gully cricket in the army neighborhood.
I do not know how many tears he shed for his family at a time I was partying with my friends in the college hostel.
I do not know how he breathed his last, all alone in the hospital ICU, when I was holidaying with my family and friends.
BUT I do know that every one of those moments, he was praying, praying that ‘I’ may have a good life
That, my friends is a dad to every son and so was my dad to me…

Dressed in his crisp army greens, shoes shining like a mirror and the stars lined on his chest.
In sleeveless vest with a lungi around his waist, legs stretched and sleeping while watching tv
Un-tucked half sleeved white shirt on a pleated dark trouser with the slippers outside the Church.
Pulling himself out of the warm sleeping bag to make an early morning tea for me in Kashmir
These are the few images of my dad that I carry in the canvas of my memory.

Like my mom, he was not there always to receive me at home when I returned from school.
Like my mom, he was not there every time I wanted to share the centum I scored in my math.
Like my mom, he was not there every night that I might have needed my diaper to be changed.
Like my mom, he was not there for every vacation to play with me being out on a deployment.
But I know that the only reason I am what I am today is because of the struggles in what he did at times when he was not with me to celebrate.
That my friends are the celebrations I never had with my dad.

He would not kiss me ever on my wound with any promise to get it healed.
He would not hug me ever and show his love never.
He would not smile at me often enough to show his affection towards me.
Everything my mom would do every minute he would not do even once in a year.
Yet, I knew always that he loved me enough to be ready to stretch out his hands and die on the cross.
That my friends is a dads love for his child and so was my dads love for me.

Every time he kneeled down to pray, to his God, he had a small prayer for me on his lips
Every time he stood up to worship his God, he had a hymn for his son in his heart
Every time he closed his eyes remembering his God, he had a vision for me in his spirit
Every night he slept on his bed thanking his God, he had the largest gratitude to God, for his son
I now know my friends that each waking breath I inhale and each sleeping moment I live is a prayer each, that my Dad had offered to his God, for me.
And it is the very same prayer that he continues to offer in the heavens even today that gives me the body soul and spirit to stand here today…

I have not seen you Jesus, I have not seen you O’ Father of Abraham, I may not have been touched by the spirit that many Christians claim to have, but
From what I have read about you Jesus, from what I have heard about you O’ Father of Abraham, and from what I dream to experience when the holy spirit touches me…
I do know that, to manifest the love of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit on earth, for weak spirited sons like me, God made Fathers, that you and I could call daddy.