Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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

Monday, December 21, 2009

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

Saturday, December 19, 2009

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

Friday, December 18, 2009

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


Thursday, December 17, 2009

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

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

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

Monday, December 7, 2009

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

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

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

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

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

Friday, November 27, 2009

The Impractical Affair....

The Impractical Affair....

I can…
I can wait for reason,
I can wait till the season,
I can hope for an answer,
Or a disaster,
I can pray and seek,
Till I find and meet,
I can dream forever,
Or till never,
I can hold my sleep,
Till I weep,
I can forgive,
….but how can I forget…
(Because dreams hardly come true, but they never die)

Poem by: Chinnu Jimmy,St. Teresa’s College

Thursday, November 26, 2009

My Room

My Room

My room is the real heaven to me.
When I am inside my room,
I feel that I am in a world of happiness
Peace is born in my mind.
I can think freely in my room,
Nothing hinders me.
When I sit alone in my room,
A lot of imaginary characters come
And they give me company
My imaginations are sweeter
Than my real life,
And it makes my room a fairy land.
My room is not attractive in its appearance,
But the cheerful thoughts of mine
In the room makes my room lovely
When I sit and think,
Old memories flash
And I fall into a peaceful sleep
In my sweet room’s silky bed.

Poem by: Aditya Neelambaran,St. Teresa’s College

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I'm Grateful


No one can live a life apart
Untouched by other lives
As well one might attempt
To paint a picture in
One tone with no detail
Of shade and light;
Or play a melody with
Just a lonely note
My life is not just
My own design but
Part of all the rest
That passes my way
And each of these is part of mine.

Poem by: Ria Abraham St.Teresa’s College

Saturday, November 21, 2009

The Adobe Eternal

The Adobe Eternal

Ah! What peace, quiet and comfort
In the confines of my haven.
Away from the inhuman world
From the stranger, the husband,
The children, turned strangers now.
Away from their beck and call
From the censuring eyes and burning tongues.
The friends and relatives
Pretenders all and the pretensions!
Lifeless heart set aside the mask now
Of gaiety and happiness that
Hid the seething pain and hurt within.
A mad race of ten and forty laid to rest at last.
Here is safety, contentment and security
In this death of life.
Ah! What peace, quiet and comfort
In this haven, this abode eternal. My coffin.

Poem By: Smt.Rekha Venugopal,St. Teresa’s College

Friday, November 20, 2009

In You for You And Always With You

In You for You And Always With You

Yes, I fear the gloomy darkness, but
If you were the stars of my night
I would not have prayed for another sunrise
For fear of losing the vision
Of you and me in that starry night

I would have enjoyed being alive
To see you with me that night.
If you were the tears in my eyes
I would never have cried
For the fear of your rolling down my cheeks
And losing you, for my love for you.

If you were seen in the smile of my lips
I would have smiled a thousand times
For my dream of seeing you in me
And being with you for a lifetime.

If you were with me in my chains
I wouldn’t have known my pains
I wouldn’t have known my cries
Whether deep or not I wouldn’t even think.

In your presence I can forget myself
For your love for me is vast
For my scorched heart can ever get chilled
As your love for me is always dear
For me and is always within me.

If you were the light in the candle of this life
I would have been the wax of that candle
As long as you light the life of this world
I would give my life for you to live
As lively and bright as you could
As long as I am with you

The heat of your light may burn me up
But my love for you will abide forever
In you, for you and always with you.

Poem by: Jyothy Parthasarathy,St.Teresa’s College

Thursday, November 19, 2009

After Thought

After Thought
There he sat under the fig-tree
Looking shabby, dressed in rags
Sending his eyes everywhere
To find a sign of hope somewhere.
“Cruel fate!” he murmured
With all the agony in his heart
Nothing fresh, the world seemed dull
Life, as a repeating process.
He longed for a difference
“I’m fed up!” he said again
Wondering about the plan
That almighty had for him.
“I’m your creation,
So, let me enjoy the best things in life
Which are free of cost?”
He pleaded to the Almighty.
A fig fell on his head
He grabbed it and ate it
Then fell many
He ate them all
To his heart’s content.
“May be this is a sign of blessing”
He had second thoughts
And thought about,
The greener brighter side of life
And of being an optimist.
“God loves everyone”,
He said calmly
As his train of thoughts
Had come to a stop.

Poem by: Shalu Liz Joseph,St. Teresa’s College

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Everything Has Changed….

Everything Has Changed….

What was, what is and what will be
Careful moves, shifts and changes
Challenges, achievements and failures
Que sera, sera, what will be will be….
Everything seemed peaceful, calm and serene
Gentle was the breeze, Icy cool the sky,
Did the thunder speak or flashes break?
Nothing ever disturbed the silver rain.
Life flowed on, silently, gracefully,
Placid noon smiled, and so the eve,
Singing, dancing, swaying…. Hopefully.
Everything has changed, changed fully.
Things can never be the same again,
The white, the blue and the pure gold,
Have cruelly splashed across a grey sky.
The dark cloud’s frightened the world,
Searched prayerfully for a silver lining,
Do I hear the angles soft, and God?
Do I see the grey curtains rolled?

Poem by: Mary Teresa Fernandez, St. Teresa’s College

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Just For You

Just For You

How can i tell you that my herst 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 makes my thoughts colorful
I have no words to flatter you
I have no words to express my fellings 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

Monday, November 16, 2009

Unceasing LOVE

Unceasing LOVE

I was a small boat sailing aimlessly in the vast ocean
Strange world have given me nothing
My life was surrounded by fear, insecurity
And unhappiness
When I stepped into my teenage, I heard, a strange news.
A person who loves me so much
A person who is ready to do anything for me
And I just loved him.
But the cunning face of this world made me forget ‘Him’.
I went through my way searching my happiness alone
My lover was left behind and ‘He’ became the
Sadest person in the whole world
But ‘He’ never gave up his love
‘He’ came and called me again and again to love him
I realized ‘His’ unleasing love and just loved ‘Him’
And I really decided to follow Him.
Yes ‘He’ is my ever loving God Jesus.

Poem By: Remya Varghese,St.Teresa's College

Sunday, November 15, 2009

My Idol

My Idol

She is the one who suffers all pains.
But still smiles,
She carried me in her womb
And made me feel her warmth,
She is the one who raised me up
With her tender love,
She is the one who taught me
How to climb the ladder of life
She gave here ears to my
Secrets and tears.
She is the one whom I look upon
As my idol,
She is none other than,
‘My Mother’!

Poem By: Preena Elizabeth Moncy, St.Teresa's College

Saturday, November 14, 2009

DREAM

DREAM
The prettiest wanderer she is!
Sometimes in blue or black or green;
Colorless comes she at times.
Comes she as the flower of hope
To hopeless minds. There are some
For whom she is the life.
The pleasure she gives is vein and fickle
For the idle minds.
Not those wise men ever dream-
For their dreams are followed by actions.

Poem by: Parvathy.R St. Teresa's College