A Whole Nother Gospel Truth : The Rev. Dr. John T. Mathew

Sedate and spirited emotions to survive Nerviness and nerve – forlorn ends to dive Quail and glee spring from clashing springs Inscience is not what knowledge brings Penury and prosperity make one withdrawn Infirmity is a better teacher than brawn Darkness is no refuge to shut down ignition Cool sense pedals and yearns for recognition Holiness is better sipped like Paul John Nirvana Soldier on your quest for a life of dhyana. (The Rev. Dr. John T. Mathew, Mississauga, ON Canada)

ALIEN (Poem): Abdul Punnayurkulam

In this city nobody knows my language, and I don’t know theirs. Far away, my villagers directed me to this town to search for a bright lily flower in an unclear pond. To reach my destination, I ask people whom I see; they don’t understand me…! I have to reach the pond before sunset. I’m in a hurry… My anxiety scares people away… The flower is only my life’s hope!

Walking with you (Poetry)

Let me walk with you, lonely migrant. trudging all the way to where you came from. I am a homosapien, just like you, and others too, linked by common gene of mother, aeonsago. Blood brothers, born in Valley afar, science says, dark, brown, short and squat, weighing little. We popped up, unknown chance, bio-accident. Unremarkable, among billions on this earth. Our existence insignificant in the overall scheme. We remain at the bottom rung of human domain, just pawns in life’s chess board, no consequence. No merit to boast, lumpen, unseen…

A 4-line poem retorting back to enemy lovers

The 4-line poem “Enemy Worshippers” opposing the moves to politicize the clash with China at the border is going viral on social media platforms. Hollywood Director and poet Dr. Sohan Roy wrote this poem and shared it on social media. In the clash that happened in eastern Ladakh’s Galwan where India shares border with China, 20 Indian soldiers had lost their lives for the nation. Even in this situation when each Indian citizen has to stay together to fight against the enemy beyond the border, a tendency to make the…

Sushant the star – Sohan Roy’s new poem on the untimely demise of the rising star, Sushant Singh Rajput

June 14th marked the sad demise of a well-known Bollywood actor Sushant Singh Rajput. The news immersed India in a state of shock, mainly because the actor was young and successful. This incident unveiled a not much-realized face of depression, which is often kept under wraps. This incident brought the ugly reality of life to the public as he was an embodiment of a self-made man who made a name for himself in the industry without any support. A Bollywood star with a bright future ahead of him seemingly gave…

Beautiful Land (Poem)

On the wings of dreams, I fly, to the land of lush green grass, and trees of different hues, of myriad birds singing, in sheer joy, babes with cherubic faces, smile. It is a land of running brooks gurgling, of clear water flowing on and on. My mind is in repose, I am at peace, My being in rare tranquil state, I dream beautiful dreams in my sleep, Vistas unopened, open before me.

What I Seek (Poem): Varghese Pamplanil

In the golden rays of the morning sun, In the myriad hues of flowers that bloom, In the shining droplet on the blade of grass, In the waves of songs of soaring birds, In the gentle breeze that caresses me, In the nimbus clouds that flit across the sky , In the cherubic smiles on baby’s face, I see meaning, essence and purpose of life. Ignore, I not nature’s bounties around me, Life throbbing everywhere overwhelms me, Not for me, chasing nebulous mirages unreal, Not burdened with sin due to…

Walking through Cedar Park (Poem)

I wandered on and on, through the winding North Frontier Lane, beside manicured beds of grass, more I walked, the more I wanted, to heart’s content, to end of land. Glittering dew drops, glittering diamonds, Shine in morning beam of sun. Flowers of myriad hues, give joy so great, Trees well pruned, shade and solace. People greet, smile, words soothing, Old and young, girls and boys, babies too, energy bubbling unbound, walk on and on, young men play basket ball, all verve. moms with babies in prams pass by, ladies…

The Day of Joy (Poem)

Morning comes, the world opens its eyes. Birds stir, wake up and frolic among foliage, And sing aloud, in sheer joy, hearts out. Frisky breeze tussles leaves with verve. The cow moos in the yard and offers, it’s milky udder to feed the folks. The baby opens its eyes from quiet sleep, yawns, snuggles to ma’s ample breast, beams, and suckles life’s ambrosia, full contentment. Mummy’s face is serene, and in a rare glow. The man ceases his snores of a deep slumber, Sweet smell of his love still lingers…