Blood Friend

Blood Friend

This is dedicated to the world which hungers for power and thirst for money.

Thirsty are the vampires of the west;

Thirsty are the evil spirits of the east;

Blood, is what they need, red hot blood.

Flesh, is what they feed, ruthlessly hunted flesh.

Blood-fiends never end their foolishness

They kill, they eat and they die.

They seek revenge. Upon whom?

They fight for land. For whom?

They fray for god, without clue.

Disastrous are the routes of the fools,

They kill, they eat and they are doomed to die.

Poem By: Sara Babu, St.Teresa’s College

What Freedom Means to Me

What Freedom Means to Me

Laughing, playing, singing
Running in the rain
Eating ice cream with my friends.
Being able to say something stupid
Without being made fun of.
Shopping, eating, eating! And sleeping!
Sleeping as long as all my dreams end
With prince charming.
Being admired, being loved, being wanted,
Respected and adored.
Flying! Touching the sky, reaching the
Stars, jumping over the moon,
And being back in my home
With my family and friends.
This is what freedom means to me.

Poem By: Susan Job Pothanikat,St.Teresa's College

Moksha

Moksha

Out came the speeding train
From the dark, mysterious tunnel
Leaving behind nature, so fertile.
Into the dry terrain so arid, so bare
Devoid of all green, of life.
How like a woman, nature is
So beautiful and so barren.

The woman in me heaved a sigh
To find a kindred spirit in nature
And glided with outstretched eager arms
Through space to merge with my image
To lose myself in her barrenness, nothingness, stillness.

Poem by: Rekha Venugopal, St.Teresa's College

I Refuse To Be….

I Refuse To Be….

I refuse to be dismayed
When the world turns its back on me.

I refuse to be discouraged
When all the sources of hope
Flee away from me.

I refuse to be sad
When things don’t come
The way I wish they would

I refuse to die
When love, hope or faith
Tries to betray me
For I have a person who died for me
Always there on my side.

Poem By:Jyotsna Jacob, St.Teresa’s College

Just For You

Just For You

How can I tell you that my heart is full of you?
How can I say you that my shyness makes me fear?
It is for you that I am alive in this world
Your presence makes my life meaningful
Your dreams make my thoughts colorful
I have no words to flatter you
I have no words to express my feelings to you
My heart beats a song for you
My lips smile a life with you
How can I tell you that my heart is full of you?
How can I realize that you’re far away from me?
But in the way of darkness I try to forget youuu…..

Poem By: Resitha Rajan, St.Teresa’s College

He

He

He is the one, who loves me,
He is the one, who makes me happy,
He is the one, who cares for me,
He is the one who encourages me
He is one, who supports me throughout my life,
He is the only one who listens to me;
To the voice of my heart
He is the one, who is everything to me,
He is the one, whom I have all to myself,
He sis the one, the only one

Poem By: Femy Justin, St.Teresa’s College

A stormy Night’s Dream

A Stormy Night’s Dream

The moon is more bright in that night,
The stars are seen like a …,
The sky becomes more and more bright,
The earth carry the everlasting songs,
In that night, dreams come to my mind.
At first, they appeared to be dark and vague.
Then they become more and more pretty.
I wondered, how beautiful they are!
But soon, the clouds appeared,
The sky become dark.
Storms and lightning flashed.
I feared, Oh! What a scene it is,
And my dreams shattered to pieces.

Poem By: Febin , St. Teresa’s College

Present

Present

Yesterday is history
Tomorrow a mystery
Today is a gift
That’s why its
Called the PRESENT

Poem By: Roshini Rajan,St.Teresa's College

Noon

Noon

The noon sings a lullaby
To whoever might listen?
And swing in tune,
To the sweet notes
And drift away to crazy dreams.
The soothing warm wind blows,
Trees nod; the leaves flutter;
Flower, a vibrant colour
Of red, violet and yellow.
The cloudless sky, a brilliant blue.
I spot a lonely crow-
Its wings, the colour of night.
The hot sun burns my feet,
My eyelids droop,
But I cannot slip away-
Surrender myself to sleep
There is more of the noon
To be seen and felt.
A tiny butterfly spreads its powdery
Wings
And enters the heart of a flower,
Tastes the warm honey,
Dwells in ecstasy.
Beyond my neighbor’s wall,
I hear the coos of an infant
He snuggles up to his mother,
In the afternoon sun,
Many words pass between them,
I smile;
But here a little bird
Hops among the branches of the
Guava tree,
He stands tall and proud,
Perhaps hunting for twigs,
His yellow bosom heaving up
And down,
Under the afternoon sun.
Then suddenly all is still
Nature turns to gold
It is the sun’s miracle
A feast to the eye!
Now my heart fills with pity
For those lost in slumber
In their warm beds
Or choking in blankets;
For those oblivious
Of the miracle of the afternoon.

Poem by: Jaya Thachil,St.Teresa’s College