Category: POEMS

New Delhi:  It has been 150 years since the National Song Vande Mataram was composed. Many programs were also held across the country for this. PM Modi also released a commemorative postage stamp and coin on this occasion. But a new controversy has started in Mumbai regarding Vande Mataram. SP MLA Abu Azmi has given a controversial statement regarding Vande Mataram. Azmi said that no one can make me recite Vande Mataram. No Muslim can be made to recite Vande Mataram. In Islam, the earth and the sun are not…

The word “Google” is a wonder. Google! A guru who answers questions without turning a face. Google is the name of a teacher who guides without a rod. Google is a polyglot sage. A teacher who doesn’t boast about knowledge; an ocean of knowledge is Google. A teacher who scatters diamonds of knowledge and remains always awakened. A teacher who serves without expecting a thank you, is Google.

When I hear your music, it soothes my weary soul Its rhythm makes me feel that you are singing to me Its beats make my heart pound faster… Your soft tone makes me think you are everywhere like a mirror house Your image repeats melodious echoes that multiply time into time and follow my universe as we merge again-like my shadow Your music revives and rejuvenates me, and recalls that I’m alive! Your music gives me hope and it tells that I’m not alone And your music connecting me to…

Miles and miles long Ups and downs, straight and wavy Through the mountains and the Valley Over the river, through the tunnel Across the meadow, crossing the desert. Goes on and on, the black silky way…. Big and small, in all colors Beautiful, branded, or bare minimum Racing or pacing along… Over the bumps and speed breakers Goes along the black silky way…. Competing the race ….. Not knowing who’s on the way. Some pass by , some stay along Anxious to meet loved once .. Heartbroken on departure…. Fearful…

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dive Quail and glee spring from clashing springs Inscience is not what knowledge brings Penury and prosperity make one withdrawn Infirmity is a better teacher than brawn Darkness is no refuge to shut down ignition Cool sense pedals and yearns for recognition Holiness is better sipped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)