Aug 31st

Sonnet: Parents or Friends?

By Dr John Celes

 

You come across some persons in your life

On earth, at school or college or workplace;

And some become your friends or foes or wife

Or parents, teachers in the human race.                 

 

The love and care of parents looks so great;

No child reciprocates their toil for you;

In old age, children love them not but hate;

About this senseless thing, what can you do?

 

The modern youth woos friends much more than kin;

To them, true joy is moving with mere friends;

More bliss is from virtuality and sin;

The love in homes seems unreal or ends!

 

But youth turned parents, realize the truth;

True love of kindred is the luscious fruit.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 29-08-2017

 

 

 

 

 

Aug 31st

Sonnet: Parents or Friends?

By Dr John Celes

 

You come across some persons in your life

On earth, at school or college or workplace;

And some become your friends or foes or wife

Or parents, teachers in the human race.                 

 

The love and care of parents looks so great;

No child reciprocates their toil for you;

In old age, children love them not but hate;

About this senseless thing, what can you do?

 

The modern youth woos friends much more than kin;

To them, true joy is moving with mere friends;

More bliss is from virtuality and sin;

The love in homes seems unreal or ends!

 

But youth turned parents, realize the truth;

True love of kindred is the luscious fruit.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 29-08-2017

 

 

 

 

 

Aug 20th

Beginning

By Padma

The beginning of the day is a good sign

when all living beings begin to be divine

The day starts with a positive thought

may show you the path, that's truly sought!

 

Students open the day with a curious mind

Workmen briskly initiate the task, assigned

House makers make their  day very well

who care the members that gladly dwell!

 

Beginning of any work on an auspicious day

May bring the benifit in our desired way

Well begun is half done, to gain gains a ton

Let's try to do everything positively under the sun!

Aug 20th

Conversations - Tapestry Poem

By Shernaz & Raamesh Tapestry Poems

Conversations - Shernaz

our democracy is whimpering

our ill-fated populace has been

rendered into one speechless voice

laughing mirthlessly at itself

 

our stricken silence boomerangs 

from blatantly bigoted minds 

farcical dialogues take place

wherein the servile dumb

converse with the selectively deaf

 

 

Conversations - Raamesh

When it came to the end, it wasn't so miserable:

everything dissolved into a turgid silence.

Fights, lovemaking, decisions, disagreements:

that day there was only unspoken consensus

leaving me to run them over in the mind

for the rest of my existence; and to wonder

what else could have been. She had no cause to,

but would she regret too? The only words aloud

were to the waiter, 'separate bills please'.

 

 

Tapestry - Conversations

Fights, lovemaking, decisions, disagreements:

everything dissolved into a turgid silence

rendered into one speechless voice

laughing mirthlessly at itself:

the only words aloud were to the waiter

'separate bills please'.

 

When it came to the end, it wasn't so miserable.

Our democracy of silences boomeranged

from blatantly bigoted minds

leaving me whimpering

(like our ill-fated populace)

to run them over in the mind.

 

You had no cause to,

but would you regret too:

farcical dialogues take place wherein this

servile dumb converses with you, selectively deaf

for the rest of our existence; and to wonder

 

what else could have been?

Aug 20th

My Poems - Tapestry Poetry

By Shernaz and Avril

My Poems by  Avril

 

Words flow from my pen in profusion...

Will they wither and fall unfulfilled

or bring to the fore the joy of existing,

speak of emotions to gladden the heart?

 

I want my poems to shoot forth in abundance

like a spring, bubbling up from below,

where each drop of water  nourishes a dream -

like flowering buds bursting open into  blossoms

with their hope of the fruit to come.

 

 

My Poems by Shernaz

 

springing from the depth of my being

they bring the mundane to life in patterns

that writhe in agony and dance with ecstasy 

 

a language that paints my despair and hopes 

in hues that narrate  your story as well

I pray you will find in them a light

 

which will always lead you towards beauty

and truth; may my words empower

hearts to reach out in loving kindness

 

 

My Poems - Tapestry

 

from the depth of my being

words flow through  my pen in profusion,

bringing the mundane to life, in patterns

that writhe in agony and dance with ecstasy 

 

Like a spring, bubbling up from below,

each drop of water nourishes a dream

hues that narrate  your story as well

in a language that paints both despair and hope

 

I want my poems to shoot forth in abundance,

bring to the fore the joy of existence,

empower hearts to reach out in loving kindness,

speak of emotions to gladden the heart

 

 

Aug 17th

My Song or One Tiny Candle Flame

By Avril

 

 

Words that flow from above

emerge through my pen onto paper,

pure and free...

Words that speak of the joys

inherent in being a human being.

Words that also know the pain of suffering.

 

Where is the beauty

that is held within every soul,

the shining diamond

that was given to all at creation?

My song now flows with tears

like a cascading waterfall...

 

Why are our eyes so closed?

Let us open them wide

see beyond the physical realm,

open the veil that cunningly

encloses our minds.

 

Let us step outside of ourselves –

see the holiness all around,

tap into the spiritual energy that infuses

all of creation

and allow ourselves to flow

on a tidal wave of spiritual awareness.

 

No more living in darkness,

‘darkness’ is only an absence of ‘light’.

the power of just one tiny candle flame

passed on, could illuminate the whole world -

 

 

so let our love be like that flame....

Aug 15th

WHEN WILL MOTHER INDIA ATTAIN TRUE FREEDOM?

By venu

WHEN  WILL  MOTHER  INDIA  ATTAIN  TRUE   FREEDOM?

 

Today  is Independence day,

The  whole  nation wakes up

To the joy  of  Independence day,

Our  leaders  in states

And  the  Centre unfurling  Tricolour,

The flag flying high  in the sky,

The national anthem  resonating

So melodiously  in morning breezes,

Noble  sacrifices of our freedom-fighters

Stirring  patriotic  spirit in  the  hearts

Of all Indians  from Kashmir to Kanyakumari,

The sonorous patriotic  slogan

“Bharat Mathaki  Jai” reverberating

All  over   the  country,

Leaders  making  grand  speeches

About  tremendous  progress achieved,

Asking   people,”We,all Indians, must feel

Proud  of Mother India and our freedom”;

But  age-long poverty, inveterate illiteracy,

Unending assaults on our women-folk,

Ever-increasing unemployment,

Rampant corruption still stalking the country,

Mocking at our freedom so shamefully,

Hurting  our  pride so grievously,

Mother India   crying  so piteously

For  the attainment  of  true  freedom

From  the clutches  of poverty,

Illiteracy,corruption,unemployment

And atrocities  on  women,

Would our leaders  care

To hearken to Mother India’s wails?

Aug 14th

Tapestry - Night in the City

By Shernaz & Raamesh Tapestry Poems

Night in the City by Shernaz

 

an ambulance stuck with a dying patient

in a metropolis gone berserk with traffic and rain

the siren wails, the beacon does a wild tandav

 

garish neon signs vie for crudeness

with luridly painted faces in red-light areas.

 

Their bodies sell for less than the billboards

while suave, ‘respectable’ men fatten the kitty

Of pretty young escorts, their daughters’ age

 

The soulful poet absorbs it all with calm equanimity

 

Night in the City by Raamesh

 

Bodies sweat in the heaving crowd: Hunger, anger,

Anxiety, thirst mixing with smoke, diesel and dust,

Stranded commuters curse aloud. The night surrounds

Them like a shroud, their day like all the others cursed,

Their ambitions eaten by rust; Stuck in a jam, their

Heads are bowed. Microwaved food, conditioned air, 

Cold water and LCD screens: Building a personal

Paradise in a suburban nameless lair I make for myself

Pleasant scenes and dream on till the sun shall rise.

 

Night in the City - Tapestry

 

Bodies sweat in the heaving crowd: Hunger, anger,

Anxiety, thirst mixing with smoke, diesel and dust.

An ambulance is stuck with a dying patient.

 

In a metropolis gone berserk with traffic and rain,

stranded commuters curse aloud. The night surrounds

them like a shroud; the siren wails, the beacon does

 

a wild tandav. Their day like all the others – cursed;

garish neon signs vie for crudeness with luridly

painted faces in red-light areas. Their ambitions

 

eaten by rust; their bodies sell for less than the

billboards. Caught in a jam, their heads are bowed

while suave, ‘respectable’ men fatten the kitty of

 

pretty young escorts, their daughters’ age. I make

for myself microwaved food, conditioned air,

cold water and LCD screens: building pleasant scenes

 

to dream on till the sun shall rise. The soulful poet

absorbs it all with calm equanimity —

 

his personal paradise in a suburban nameless lair.

Aug 14th

Eclipse - A Tapestry Poem

By Shernaz and Avril

Eclipse by Avril

 

A veil keeps clouding my vision -

at times the horizon is clear and full of light

at others my sombre mood obscures its beauty.

 

The sun and moon play hide and seek

like my emotions of fear and anxiety

that play games with me.

 

But I have to remember,

that even when darkness overpowers,

the potential for joy is still there...

 

Eclipse  by  Shernaz

 you rob me of my words, my thoughts

strangulate my right to own myself

and now your mother wants to ensure

that I swap my smart work suits

with the apron hung around my neck

the dimness of your mind eclipses me

as you reduced me to a black hole

 

Celestial shadows glide off and light returns

So will I escape this gloom. Stop me if you can!


Eclipse - Tapestry by Avril and Shernaz

 A veil keeps clouding my vision -

strangulates my right to own myself

as you rob me of my words, my thoughts...

playing games with me, while

your mother tries to ensure

that I swap my smart work suits

for an apron hung around my neck.

 

The horizon was once clear and full of light

but the dimness of your minds has eclipsed me;

reduced me to a black hole

leaving me with emotions of fear and anxiety.

Now my sombre mood obscures any beauty.

 

But I have to remember,

like the sun and moon that play hide and seek,

celestial shadows do glide off and light returns

even when darkness overpowers.

 

I know the potential for joy is still there...

I will escape this gloom! You can’t stop me!

 

 

Aug 14th

On (71st) Indian Independence Day, 2017

By Dr John Celes

Unfurl the tricolor of India high!

Let love of Motherland ascend the sky!

Let’s sing the national song by heart with pride!

Let’s put away our differences aside!

 

Born are all Indians on this sacred soil;

For integration, we must always toil;

We brethren breathe the freedom’s air today;

Unanimously ‘Jai Hind’, let’s all say!

 

Remember lives lost, sacrifices done;

All states receive the same air, rain and sun;

Renew our pledge to guard our borders long;

With much respect, let’s sing our national song!

 

We’re proud to be called Indians upon earth;

We love to live in peace and spread out mirth;

No one can break our bond of Indianness;

We’re poised to brave life’s storms with much finesse.

 

Jai Hind! Jai Bharat! 

Fondly dedicated to all Indians (leaders and patriots)

by Dr.Prof.A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D., (KFMSR, CBE)

 

Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-08-2017

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