LET THE CHILDREN COME TO ME These are Jesus’ words Spoken daily and everlasting, a promise Jesus planted in children’s hearts. Jesus Christ blessed you beyond measure I remind you of Jesus’ invitation I remind you of His blessings my children of the world
IT RAINS LOVE, ON THE ACROPOLIS Rain has a scent like eucalyptus mixed with lavender, mint, thyme love with rosemary. Strange clouds over Athens today the Acropolis shimmering under a blue hopeful sun. The scent from the past lasts like an
POETRY STOPS OUR TEARS It rains again in my land, it rains Poetry on my heart, and a poem like a documentary by the ocean of my peace you still rain heavy on me Sometimes, it doesn’t matter how often
MOTHER MIRACLE Mother, I never asked you vital questions my roots to find ancient and new. What was it like to give birth to four children to bring up generations in poverty and wealth to maintain high spirits in darkness to
Peace : The Heart beat of World’s I’m not the only one The dreamer of peace, It’s the heartbeat of world’s Everyone knows it. Peace of mind, peace of heart, bring peace of Earth Someone’s saying is like this, ”
Peace-The Heartbreak of the World’s Venomed routes nationally mapped Selfishly insane,terribly gaped Varieties of melanin,skin textures Imprisoned minds,War fixtures Love and dignity globally detained The heartbreak of the World’s distinct Religiously unfuse,socially deprave Nations fisting Nations,bloody cirque Not a soul
#PEACE-the world’s heartbeat THE PATH OF PEACE Doing and intending good, Giving time and energy, sharing food, Helping the needy one should, With guidance and counsel, if you could. Keeping quiet unless you are asked, Living the present, forgetting
A SPOON OF TEARS Hot tear drops from the eyes Wetted your check; fell on the chest; But brought tsunami in my heart My unruly soul went round to quest. Distracted mind because of isolation Gloomy cloud changes the bright
A Spoon of Tears YOU are sheding, Overflowing spontaneously, Without rain outside. YOU are an unspoken language, When lips unable to explain, Eyes unable to express, YOU are there to represent, Howmuch it hurts ! Howmuch it pleases !
Story#43 : The Dark Room “Mama, what is a dark room?” Mollykkutty asked ker mother Sobha when she is back from her school. Mollykkutty is second standard in “Vidyashree English Medium Matriculation School” at Ernakulam in Kerala. Her Mother Shoba
Story#44 : Rodie It was in the winter of 2015, Rodie adopted us. He literally crash entered into our lives. We were not prepared for this kind of forceful entry. Now, you will ask me, who is “Roadie”?.. Patience!!! I
FRESH MORNING Pleasurable warmth in my body Jollity is poured with golden rays; Pulls me to stay for a little while For charming morning of the day; A pair of chairs beneath the roof Beneath a big umbrella colorful; To
Topic: Fresh Morning Eternal Blessing The cold wind from my window Awakened me from a deep slumber I smiled at the golden sunrays peeping And praise the Lord for such a fresh morning, An elixir of life, alleviating my suffering.
Fresh Morning Cold morning the rain watered the cherry buds, the first flower beds with plantations of seeds of various vegetables the first bed of seedlings _tobacco The wind caresses and we are afraid of new snowflakes in this squall weather.
FRESH MORNING The mystifying spectrum of Eos’ robes; Where the aureate Phoebus reinforces its vigour, Thriving avidly amidst the argent nephos , Stealing over the slackening darkling dour. The vault of azure unfurls across Ceres’ meadows, To count for the
I’m not born free I was born in the uprising When good days ceased rising, In the rising cries and fears Of faces ran by black tears, I was born in the battlefield Upon bullet strewn field, And became a child
I’m human I’m human; I wear my skin upon my bones to cover my soul. I’m human; I plant ideas in my head and nourish my imagination to recreate the world. I’m human; I learn from my past the
LOCKED AWAY Live you in an airtight compartment Locked away from the world wallowing in your predicament Undisturbed yoù maybe for a length of time But fester and fester your miserable chimes Like a wound bandaged but never changed Until gangrenous
Crying the sand Crying the sand And crying the soil But the eyes are hidden Under a musing Vail So hard the time That allows not to close Years long may cry But appears no rose None can
Life and Death As the day sprouts from night So does life spring from death As the day dilutes into night Life slowly melts into death. As the lightning flashes The death bolts like thunder at times Colours of the