Ah Alaina you are peace and patience
Printed on your face and the WORD OF GOD
Is your motive votive spirit’s guidance
Its you who wear the light of the World
Lovely daughter of our beloved Tess Ma'am
Praise worthy is your commitment to church
Selfless service and painful pleasure calm
You are a gift to our Lord pure and rich
Happy Birth Day to you Alaina Dear
We all wish to have a daughter like you
No! you are our darling Dau ‘midst us here
With your sweet Mom like gentle honey dew
God Bless you at the end O’ sweet seventeen!
And may the Lord bless you with years umpteen!
Nov 3, 2024
Nov 3, 2024 at 3:10 AM UTC
‘Twas not far away or long ago
At St. Sebastian's house of God
Unfolded with great delight
A tale of the Sebastian Times
With Mattikere's mystic climes
Spoiling midnight oil with pleasure
An arduous task one can’t leisure
Editing and proof reading
For six full moon the crew worked hard
Once it’s done all o' them cheered 'loud
On ninth June Twenty Twenty-two
Father Eby offered the crew
Dinner at Comfort-Inn
Some of them gathered at church yard
Some of them at hotel facade
They all reached the hotel on time
Editors of Sebastian Times
Calm and serene all smiled
Both Vicars with casual attires
Looked gracious and simple friars
As they entered the Comfort Inn
No one chose to usher them in
But the chief editor
Mr. Paul launched into the hall
He was fair and medium tall
Religiously they trailed in line
With most utmost lane discipline
The foyer room looked golden cast
The centerpiece a unique vase
Attracted them to stand and pause
Inside the hall the tables were set
Each of them were a quartet
It had a royal look
Occupying the seats we met
For the real editorial banquet
Phom and Papa began to fan
With dishes in hand wielding pan
Bell boys' service rodeo
They began to serve us to dine
Starters and fruit cocktails-not wine
(Phom is a name like Tom
Its pronounced as in foam
Phom is a Naga fiefdom
It was derived from Bhom
Which means cloud home
POM also means I in Thai
From Longleng am I
One of the Naga guys
Papa is another bell boy
Who's Phom's close buddy
Both in black suits trendy
Wait right earnest standing
Far from their native soil
Phom and Papa do toil
In this posh star motel
Serving food and bottle
And all kinds of vittles)
Philipp began to pick and choose
The intake and didn't want to abuse
On a separate plate
He told the bell boy to serve the nosh
"Will get it parceled" yelled in josh
Ms. Sinu and Ms. Jismy Sanoj
Were sprightly like K.V Manoj
The extra plate piled up
Fish, Cabbage Gujiya sausage
Egg and Manjurian hodgepodge
Father Eby and father Mathew
Both were mused and little amused
Still both seemed solitaire
The ladies were only a few
All other women just withdrew
Mr. Jimmy Alexander
The merciful men's defender
Saddled next to father
He completely does surrender
To Jesus the peace messenger
Like Johny, Johny Nono-chan
Eating a burger Chackochan
Telling tithes Aloysius
Truly Joyson; Bijoy joy-some
All of them were highly handsome
Without a prayer all dive dare
The crunchy fries with love and care
PHOM and Papa patrol
Grill, roast, vegetable, fish, sauce,
Vie one another for a cause
The feast became dilatory
Phil and Mano went in hurry
To find out the hungry
With food packs in hand both went out
To find the needy and doll out
When the feast was done they came out
And gathered round for a snap shot
This homely family
And a fraternity of sort
Planed and played in a resort
Tutorial on investing time
A plan for the immortal times
Who worked hard or hardly
Time investing memorial
In the Times editorial
Oct 21, 2022
Oct 21, 2022 at 5:18 AM UTC
With tender praying hands
With gorgeous smiling bands
Chanting in lullaby
Praise isho messiah
(Praise be to Jesus!)
The children greet the guest!
Trying his level best
Straining a little crouch
Stooping down to warm touch
The angel stars jostle
Putting him in puzzle
He sits down any ways
Ambushed by joyful eyes
Bevy of Angels say
My name is Ketriel
And my name is Evlin
And my name is Jeevan
Mia, Anna, Ephrem
Maria, Joel, Dan
in a heavenly frame
Confusing this poor man
They began to perform
Story telling and rhymes
Action songs and prayers
To make him feel at home
One even comes and says
"I'll go to Bethlehem"
whispering in his ears
"If I get A+ this time"
"Good gracious is it true?"
"Yes. I'll to Bethlehem"
Asserts the little Deo
"Then pray for me too."
With folded hands he says
"Pray for me to Jesus"
"Pray for me to Jesus"
"Pray for me to Jesus"
To all the kids he met
Sure they bear Lords signet
The Spiritual magnet
The Holy coronet
Blessed are they who keep them
Blessed are those who teach them
Who impart the wisdom
Until 'Thy Kingdom come'!
Oct 21, 2022
Oct 21, 2022 at 5:14 AM UTC
Twenty and two pieces of banana leaves
Spread over stacks of news paper sheets
On each leaf a red spot of lemon tickle
while the boiled egg on top buckle
Over the three serves of mixed veg Biryani
These meals are to be packed and distributed at the lane
After three parcels the cello tape came to the reel's end
Nineteen parcels still to be packed and it's thirty past nine
The hungry have to be fed and the office duty starts at ten
How to pack the food parcels when the cellophane tape is spent
O god, the brain black out and hypnotic
And in no time the left hand stretch robotic
Moves to the left to a corner below the table
Amidst a jumble of books past two boxes and cable
The index finger skips the top one and aims
The lid of the second one and claims
a brand new cello tape immense
Out of a stupor the brain awakens with a sense
O Jesus! His presence
Heart heaving,
Tears gushing
'Am not alone but Jesus
Like a baby watching curiously a craftsman work,
He is always beside the great Me, lurk
When the human wit run out and escape
Pouncing to catch for me even a cello tape
May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 2:51 AM UTC
Teresa was counting one to hundred
Ian and Leon ran out to hide.
Francis put on a fancy dress
Like the big baboon in his back yard
As Teresa was seeking the hiders
Like a real monkey Francis came to her.
Teresa took a stone to scare off
The Monkey-like dressed Francis
Alphonsa watched all in wonder
As Francis ran off asunder
Anne was there with Aron
She saw the baboon darting to her
Teresa was chasing the monkey behind
Anne screamed and jumped backwards.
As Dan and Levin were playing near
Aron stood without fear
Francis called out “Aron brother”
“What Monkey speaks!”, Anne turned to hear.
By now Francis removed his head cover,
Showing his tiny white teeth in full power
And all of them broke into laughter,
Giggles chiming with parade
Pulling down Francis’ masquerade
Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 9:51 AM UTC
Thanks a lot Santa for the Light emitting Lantern
Thank you once again for the sign of success pen
Lantern reminds me of an antique lamp pattern
If thoughts are colored and feathered, they would take flight
Your mellow pen would hook and reel up the catch tight
And set them down on pages with greater delight
Once my next door neighbor owned- a hurricane lamp
I wished had I had one to show my posh and pomp
Like the lamp lighter Leerie to go lighting lamps
And parade as it were Aladdin’s magic lamp
Your choice is a voice of your finer inner heart
The lamp help decrypt; pen script the flying spirit
"Your word is a lamp for my feet" and light brighter
And "My tongue is the pen of a ready writer."
Thanks a lot Santa for the much loved lovely gift
Your fantastic love does my heart and soul uplift
Dec 23, 2021
Dec 23, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC
Dear Friend,
You are precious to me, a great, great lot
You became my special friend with the lot
My heart on the mild screen begins to jot
Your thoughts as refrain darts I dare to quote
I did not choose you but destiny bids
I got caught musing just as tiny kids
I wish you the best this Xmas season
And thank you again and for no reason
May be as you are well advanced in years
And have experienced happy tears
And seen life and heard live stories of fears
And being a teacher too,
(that being my Waterloo!)
Prototype of all the teaching sages
Who were before and to be for ages
Selfless and so loving and caring
Love wrinkles smiley sprinkles pairing
Perchance, I thank you for that reason
Wishing all the best this Xmas season!
Wealth? Health?strength? Length of life? Or Faith in-depth?
What'd you like me pray for you, X'mas friend?
Look , God had thus far gave you all graces
No intercession this Winter Session
So prayers ruled out -- what about praises?
Yes! I would praise God Almighty Jesus
For all that He had prepared and prepaid
And that is the reason you were chosen
To be in glory and grace of Jesus
Bought with a price, a surprise, that frees us
And that's the true prize; all being specious.
And just that being all the more reason
Wish You all the best this Xmas season!
Dec 20, 2021
Dec 20, 2021 at 7:49 AM UTC
Is it a rare coincidence or an accident
As I recline to a bench a spider to descend
Gliding in air landing on my right arm?
I caught him and let him without harm.
"Let him not **** him". Once I did. Now with a sigh (,) I send.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 8:43 AM UTC
But why did you let her to the torture?
You allowed the queen to have fourteen bruises
To be stabbed forty times, by the butcher
Is it for her love towards You, Master
That she had to pay the price to a traitor?
The saint who loved You and was alone
Did You walk with her along the pasture?
Why did You let her to be killed and thrown?
Is humiliation Your divine crown?
But when the lonely saint's body mangled,
Could You hold her live soul, as You promised?
Holding did You stand by her side enthralled?
To welcome and hold her hand to be kissed
Or did You leave her alone in the wild?
As her life blood oozed out to the road side
As humanity ran away cold and chilled
Leaving her body numbed to lifeless fold
Did you stand to honor her faith profound?
Who that sent her alone, is responsible?
Am I not liable to give a reply
Being a part of His tabernacle?
All saints are lonely, even as they die
Is it the pay, the price of staunch disciple?
Yes people run away from those who cry
Even the best comrades are changeable
In times of prosperity swarm like flies
In hardship time they run away like mice
Was it an omen that the bus got cancelled
Cancelled the trip to scheme the ritual ****
Near the Snehasadan convent she smelled
The plotting to end her at Nachanbore Hill
For cold blooded slaughter a seat will be held
The bus named Kapil decked as a hearse
The murderers three had venomous blade
Broke a coconut and teased her to rehearse
The ****** with multiple maims with curse
If she were like a lamb of meekness
The sacrifice would have ended in one stroke
But she was brave, like a lone lioness,
Like David she was in a woman's cloak
Being a nun of virtuous righteousness
The devil had to inflict forty knife wounds
Fourteen bruises to shut her call to Jesus
She definitely fought like lioness
“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me
He anointed me to preach the Good News"
Wasn't she following Your decree
Proclaiming release to the debt ridden natives
Giving of sight to tribal community
Setting at liberty those oppressed captives,
Proclaiming the acceptable year of thee?
Does the path of sainthood cost such hefty fee?
But lord You promised even the good thief
Entry to join You in heaven the same day
Then how much You would care for her belief
Who talked Your words in life and walked Your way
Suffered fourteen bruise and forty wounds of knife
How happily You would usher her way
Having taken her among the Blessed Saints
To pay layman's thanks and prayers to say
On earth too she inspires those who admire
And want to follow You Jesus our Savior
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 10:56 PM UTC
With a bunch of lilies in hand
I met father and gave it to his hands
I yearned to have a farewell photo, indeed
And father was cordial and happily agreed
We both stood, father and I
A callow fellow took my phone
To take the picture of father and I
I wanted to show him the camera icon
He said he knew everything, would try
Scrolling down the screen on his own
Patiently we stood, father and I
Father was cordial with me
And stood happily for the snap
I loved the moment
A proud moment
Close to father I stood
The cassock was like the lilies he held
Pure and freshly iron pressed it smelled
Breathless I stood for a while
Then impatiently a little
The man seemingly mad could not find the icon
And I took a step forward
Snatched my cell phone from his hand
By now someone called father from behind
Some one more important than I
We'll take it later he said bye
Stunned I was sad and turned blue
My dream did not come true
I turned my head with a deep sigh
And saw father moving away
And my dream drifting away
Leaving a clear cognitive
Still, free of plastic, negative
Of "Father and I"
Do not ask me a print
For I cannot make reprints
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 4:01 AM UTC