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

Shadows

Shadows

Morning! The soft hands of Sun
Touched the cherubic face of the baby
The hazel eyes opened
“Welcome to the new world”
The sun whispered.
And in the earth was the shadow,
Shadow of the baby in the hands of the mother.

Noon! The monarch of heaven ruled in glory,
Hard face of man,
Challenged the glaring rays,
He climbed up the mighty mountain
And fought with thunder,
And in the earth was the shadow invisible
Shadow of the man, strong and powerful.

Evening! Weariness crept over the rays of the sun,
The wrinkled face of man,
Looked into the emptiness before him
The hard toil was over,
The battles were won and lost,
And on the earth was the shadow,
Shadow of the man, weak and bent on the stick.

Poem by: Thushara George