A BORING POEM

A BORING POEM

A poem I set to write
On a paper which was white
I filled my pen with ink
And sat down to think
I looked through the window
At the seven colored rainbow
At the mountain I gave a look,
Searching every corner, every nook,
I looked at the tree,
Which was swaying in a breeze
I looked for inspiration
With growing irritation
I tried my luck again
But all in vain
It is not a lucky day
To myself I did say
Suddenly, it sounded as my brain worked
Somewhere a poem lurked
After this time of irritation,
This is my PRESENTATION……..!!!!!!!

Poem By: Rahul Pandey, St.Albert's College

Photo By: Shafiq,St.Albert's College

A Little Dew Drop

A Little Dew Drop

I could see,
From the backyard of my house,
Green, green and green everywhere…
Here comes a dew drop,
Spreading the wings of beauty…
And there it lies, caressed by the wind.
Wow! It now plays with the little sun,
Tilting, melting and then vanishing.
They are playing hide ‘n’ seek
But the naughty little dew,
Always the Winner !
Eh, I Won ! I Won !
It always shout and,
Glistens with sheer brightness,
Like an emeralds so rare !!

Why did I do it?

Why did I do it?

Why does my heart ache?
Why so much pain do I take?
To nurture something so fake….
Aye, to nurture something so fake.
Blinded was I, by the money in the purse,
Fogged was I, by the gallantry terse.
All that was but an act of commerce
And alone was I, amid the concourse.
Finally I gathered strength to through away,
That flower which never was mine any day.
For so it pricked my hand all day,
That I bled tears all along the way

Poem by: Annu Mathew,St.Teresa's College

Photo by: Shafiq, St.Albert's College

JUST FOR YOU

JUST FOR YOU
Those tall buildings behind her
Faded as I saw her
And my eyes could not ignore
The halo around her lovely face
Sparkling face
Blowing hair
And she as a whole
Stunned me for a while
Had it nor been my luck
I wouldn’t have met her
As a relative of my friend
A few days later.

Time was not a barrier
For me to make it out
That her wit was as well
As her beauty was.
In each and every word
She made me find
Something pleasant and warm
To treasure throughout my life
I couldn’t tell her or write to her
But every time when I see her
I feel nothing but………….
Love


Poem By: Joseph Ralic K. A,St.Teresa's College

INDIA'S DIVERSITY

 INDIA'S DIVERSITY
'A catalogue of Indian states specialty'


Uttar Pradesh for sugarcane,
Kerala for brain.
                  Punjab for fighting,
                  Bengal for writing.
Ghorkhas for duty,
Kashmir for beauty.
                  Rajasthan for history,
                  Maharashtra for victory.
Mysore for silk,
Haryana for milk.
                 Gujarat for peace,
                 Assam for tea-leaves.  
Himachal for apple,
Orrisa for temple.
                Madhya Pradesh for tribals,
                Bihar for minerals.  
States for unity,
India for integrity.

          That’s all India’s diversity.
   

Poem By: Rahul Pandey
St.Alberts College, Ernakulam 

My dreams

                  My dreams

My dreams are like the leaves of an autumn tree.
When shall the tree drop them, no one knows
A wind, no, even a small breeze,
Can bring them down


My dreams are like the petals, of a withered rose
When shall they fall off, no one knows!
A touch, a mere sigh of a wounded heart
Can make them fall off.

My dreams are like the water drops
Edging out over a leaf after a rain.
When shall they fall off, no one knows
Dipping out, like the tears from my eyes.

Yet like the tender leaves of early spring
Like the new buds which soon bloom
Like the next drop which never fails to appear,
They are always reborn
Or there’d be no life nor would I be here.

Hope, it’s that tread, the last stand for all!
The night sky promises the day its sun.
The winter promises the flowers its spring.
The drought promises earth its rain.

It’s this hope, this trust
Which keeps life going,
During all those times
Of sorrows grief and pain.

When there is a hill, there ought to be a valley.
When there is a fall, there ought to be a rise.
Yes, dreams may not always come true.
But life without them will never be true!

Poem by: K. Mary Elizabeth, St.Teresa's College

Photo by: Rohit,

Journey to Jerusalem

Journey to Jerusalem

Time and again 
I, meekly moulded 
The thought straying afar
No magic carpets,
No genie and lamps
Yet I did glimpse the far off world.
The clammy vineyards,
The snowcapped Alps,
The sedate Nile
And the land of seven hills
All beckoned with ardent fervor.
The city of the holy,
The spiritual abode of saints,
I come to thee,
Anoint my heart with solace,
And let the angels guide
To reach the destination unknown.
The sacred altar,
From thee emanate the holy love
A tear drop adorned the lashes
And lips murmured helplessness.
Whence the pain became pleasure?
To the painted chambers of hope
Whisk the soul, Oh, the powerful Intercessors.
Robe swaying and golden hair waving
The two heavenly angels spoke
From their divine flute flowed
A honey hot sweet
Drink! Oh! The weak veins, to ease the pain 
Resurrect and trod with vigor,
For Jerusalem, the Promised Land is not too far.

Poem By: Thushara George,St.Alberts College, Ernakulam

Photo By: Shanu Jose Wilson,St.Alberts College, Ernakulam

Revive To Accomplish

Revive To Accomplish
When the specks of dark do appear
In the light streaks of dawn
When fun, mint and all the cheer
Are brutally withdrawn
Bear up with courage
To carry all before you
When dreams become mare’s nests
And grief spreads like wild fire
When beasts play sleazy jests
And destiny turns out dire
Pin your faith in the lord
To light up your life
When the star is at the decent
And misfortunes do hover
When mankind is malignant
With foes plenty to crow over
Pick up the sword
And revive to accomplish

Poem By: Sruthi.V.Pillai

Seeing Myself Through Him...

Seeing Myself Through Him...
   
In the piercing thorns of his crown, I see me.
In the gaping wound across his side, I see me.
In each of the seething stripes,
In each scarlet teardrop from heaven shed,
In each bruise against heaven’s holy heart,
In that aching chasm bridged with his blood,
I see the whole of me!!

A nomadic soul on a wayward sojourn,
With vanquished dreams of earthly bliss,
Empty pockets and emptier memoirs,
Once I stood at life’s crossroads,
Too blind to see even myself.

The dark wounds of yesteryears
Played a dance of deadly mirth,
Across the remnants
Of what had once been a conscience,
The headstone of a buried me,
Loomed large in atomb
Which others called a heart.

A beacon shimmered through the darkness,
And I saw you, my darling Saviour!
I saw the nail pierced hands,
Which wrought the universe,
Beckoning me to a newer dawn,
And in you I found what was lost.
IN YOU I SAW ME!

Poem By: Malavika Binny,St.Alberts College, Ernakulam

Photo By: Shanu Jose Wilson,St.Alberts College, Ernakulam

I dream…

I dream…

I dream…

To be a lady

A lady with all her virtues

A lady with love and passion

A lady of tomorrow

I dream…

I dream…

To be a wife

A wife with all her duties

A wife with a heart of gold

A wife best for her husband

I dream…

I dream…

To be a mother

A mother with all her love

A mother so strong yet patient

A mother for all her children

I dream…

I dream…

To be a star

A star up in the sky

A star that’s shining and bright

A star for generations to look at

I dream…

I dream…

Like a sleeping child

Like no one before

That my dreams come true

I dream…

Poem By: Tina John,St.Teresa's College, Ernakulam

To My Sir … With Love.........On Teacher's Day

To My Sir … With Love

You taught us poetry, we understood Life,
Your comments, suggestions and quaint smiles
Left patterns and new designs in our minds.
Sir, often, you did overcome, moments of strife.

Great poet, master critic and good friend,
I bow my head and heart in true regard.
You had your puns, joke and pet codes,
Confused many a genius, yet a few understood.

‘Lucy,’ ‘The Wasteland’ and ‘The Wind hover,
Surely came alive, grew desolate and flew high.
We saw her, knew the thirst and the divine power.
Enjoyed the magic of poetry as the days went by.

Humbly I heard you, whenever you spoke,
Secretly admired your vibrant mind and pen.
Truly loved the poets’ poet who bravely broke,
The accepted tradition and age- old convention.

Poetry was (indeed) life to you, and life poetry,
Ironic splashes of black, white and grey.
Faint glimpse of the great mind, eye,
Adieu, dear teacher, my sir, who silently went by.

A tribute to Ayyapa Panicker Sir...
Dr. K Ayyappa Panicker (September 12, 1930 in Kavalam near Alappuzha – August 23, 2006 in Trivandrum) was a Malayalam poet, critic and a scholar, regarded as the pioneer of modernism in Kerala. In poetry, Dr. Panicker is seen as the harbinger of a new (read full article, click here Ayyapa Panicker )

Poem by: Mary Teresa Lopez,

Former head of the Dept of English,

St.Teresa’s College,Ernakulam.

Monsoon

Monsoon

  When the rivers want to quench the ever-thirsty ocean,
  When the plants yearn for a bath to get ready for Autum,
  When the seeds want to sprout to fill the naked lands,
  Then….Then Nature reminds Summer that it’s turn is over 
 
  When the Moon plays hide and seek throught the night,
  When the stars prefer to stay out of sight,
  When the evening comes suddenly with the songs of the frogs,
  Then….Then the procession of clouds begin with lighting and thunder 
 
  When the Earth is excited like a girl in love,
  When the sky is unpredictable like Life and Death,
  When the feeling is thrilling like the first touch of youth,
  Then….Then it is obvious that the MONSOON has come!

 Poem By: Anju Antony,St.Teresa's College,Ernakulam

It is He alone

It is He alone
It is He alone who listens to my pleas for help
And provides me with everything that I need
It is He alone who lifts me
When I drown in depths of despair
It is He alone who gives me peace and happiness
In times of sorrow and grief
It is He alone who holds my hand and guides me
When I’m lost in the glitter of this illusionary world
It is HE alone who died on 
Calvary for me
To save me from my transgressions
And grant me eternal life
When I didn’t deserve one.
It is He alone that I love
It is He alone that I have
In this world of deception and betrayal.

Poem by: Teena Jacob,St.Teresa's College,Ernakulam