No Matter How Far You Have Gone From Me.....Poem by Sanish Cherian

No Matter How Far You Have Gone From Me.....

So sure that my words will reach,
I write to the person whom you were
and are no more.

You withdrew from existence
To merge in the wider universe
And become
the past, present and future of time.

I witnessed
the long and hard way you climbed to the
dream.
Now, I witness how well you built the bridge
between existence and eternity.

Your existence
Was a hymn to life’s glory.
It blew my sails to life’s distant horizons
And powered my wings to
the furthest dimensions of imagination.

Your glorious embrace of eternity
Showed me how truly death
is an extension of life.

Be pleased.
You made me clearly discern
between life & survival.
I am pleased.
You are there
more than ever

Will Love You Always No Matter How Far You Have Gone From Me.....

For my Pall-bearers - Poetry by A. Ayyappan (as translated by Sri Koyamparambath Satchidanandan)

For my Pall-bearers - Poetry by A. Ayyappan (as translated by Sri Koyamparambath Satchidanandan)

For my Pall-bearers

I have to share a secret

which is not in my will

with those who bear my coffin.

There will be a flower

in place of my heart:

a gift from the woman

who taught me love’s religion

in my days of curiosity.

Pluck that flower from my heart

before I am buried .

Cover my face with its petals.

One petal  ,too, for my palm

with its vanished lines.

Through that flower

I long to come back.

I had no time to tell you this truth

the moment before I died ;

it flowed off into death

with the cold  water you offered me.

Or else,

just leave the coffin open,

now that I have befriended the dead.

This is Wisdom - Poetry by A. Ayyappan (as translated by Sri Koyamparambath Satchidanandan)

This is Wisdom - Poetry by A. Ayyappan (as translated by Sri Koyamparambath Satchidanandan)

This is Wisdom

This is Wisdom.

This is the salt that

flavours everything

This is the red bloom

of the dark plant,

the open eye

the enemy fears ,

not the Buddha’s

half-closed one

This is the nest of Desire,

the West of home.

This is the home with the mother,

the friend of the  herb.

This is the dried blood

of the ancestor

still left on the sacrificial stone.

This is Wisdom.

The Taste of Earth - Poetry by A. Ayyappan (as translated by Sri Koyamparambath Satchidanandan)

The Taste of Earth - Poetry by A. Ayyappan (as translated by Sri Koyamparambath Satchidanandan)

The Taste of Earth

I am the desert dreaming of oases.

a dream for those who condemn

my scorching sands.

When the forests bloom

and rain arrives on the green earth,

when snow falls on the mountains,

I remain the burning earth.

I am the fever of the sun

not cooled by moonlight.

Remembering  the  rain,

I become the butcher’s laughter.

I too love flowers,

But not the  rain.

Its chill is a curse;

it’ll put out my fire.

Those who have travelled

from  the Sahara to the sea

know the taste of my heat.

Readers Club - Poetry by Joanna Giselda Sherlin - Believe In Yourself

Readers Club - Poetry by Joanna Giselda Sherlin - Believe In Yourself

There may be times when you feel,
Life ain't gonna go your way.
There may be times when you think,
" It's just not my day! "

There may be days when you are sure,
No one cares about you.
There may be days you're waiting for a door,
To open and guide you through.

There may be problems which boggle your mind,
And give you much ado.
There may be problems for which you conclude,
There's nothing you can do.

There may be people who bear ill-will,
Who say you can never make it.
There may be people who can kill,
The faith you have within.

But in those times, days and problems,
All you gotta do is have self-confidence,
And just a little patience,
'Cause the key to success is to Believe In Yourself!

If you Believe In Yourself,
Failures will fade out of sight.
All you see will be success,
If you try with all your might.

With success comes happiness and peace of mind.
An unexplainable happiness no where else you can find.
But confidence and belief is not all you need,
You also need a gentle heart to do any good deed.

For if you have all these things in you,
With a dash of love,
The whole world will look up to you,
As the greatest gift from heaven above.

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Poetry - STAMMER by K. Satchidanandan

Poetry - STAMMER by K. Satchidanandan

Stammer is no handicap:
it is a mode of speech.

Stammer is the silence that falls
between the word and its meaning,
just as lameness is the silence
that falls between the word and the deed.

Did stammer precede language
or succeed it?
Is it only a dialect
or a language itself?-these questions
make the linguists stammer.

Each time we stammer,
we are offering a sacrifice
to the God of Meanings.

When a whole people stammer
stammer becomes their mothertongue
as it is with us now.

God too must have stammered
when He created Man.
That is why each word of man
carries different meanings.
That is why everything he utters
from his prayers to his commands
stammers,
like poetry.

(VIKKU,Translated by the poet)

Poetry - S E L F ( Swam) / K. Satchidanandan

S E L F ( Swam) / K. Satchidanandan

My mother didn’t believe
when, in 1945 I appeared to her
in a dream and told her
I would be born to her the following year.

My father recognized me
As soon as he saw
the mole below my left thumb.
But mother believed to the very end
that someone else had been born to her
masquerading as me.

Father and I pleaded with her;
but dreams are not reliable witnesses.
She went on waiting for that
promised son till she died

Only when she was reborn as my daughter
did she admit it had really been me.

But by then I had begun to doubt
it was someone else’s heart
that was beating within my body.

One day I will retrieve my heart;
my language too.

July, 2010

( Translated from Malayalam by the poet )

Malayalam Poem - Aval by Syam Manu Abu Dhabi

Malayalam Poem - Aval by Syam Manu Abu Dhabi

Team 1 Talent Share Readers Club - Amita M Kutty

Team 1 Talent Share Readers Club - Amita M Kutty


Dear Fans of Team 1 Talent Share,

A poem recital by Amita M Kutty.

GRADE 3 G
OUROWN ENGLISH HIGHSCHOOL
SHARJAH
UAE

"Team 1 Talent Share - Young Readers Club". Children are encouraged here to read a poem or story. They may read from what they study, read or even from their own writing.

Please do also take a few minutes and visit her creativity portfolio:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Team1Talentshare/128460166288?v=photos#!/photo.php?pid=4678454&id=128460166288

Encourage her with your comments and blessings.

Ramesh Menon
09 Feb 2010

Talent Share Readers Club - Poetry Recital by Mishal Nazarudeen

Talent Share Readers Club - Poetry recital by Mishal Nazarudeen

Mishal Nazarudeen, reciting a poem named "Kaadevide Makkale" written by Sri Ayyappa Panicker.

"Team 1 Talent Share - Young Readers Club". Children are encouraged here to read a poem or story. They may read from what they study, read or even from their own writing.

Encourage him with your comments and blessings.

Ramesh Menon
09Feb 2010

Talent Share Readers Club - Rhyme by Abhijeet M Kutty

Talent Share Readers Club - Rhyme by Abhijeet M Kutty

Dear Fans of Team 1 Talent Share,

Probably our youngest member, Abhijeet, volunteering himself to show the way to numerous elders out there.

"Team 1 Talent Share - Young Readers Club". Children are encouraged here to read a poem or story. They may read from what they study, read or even from their own writing.

Abhijeet M Kutty
2.5 year old from Sharjah-UAE

By the way, Abhijeet is a highly spirited junior member of Talent Share . Please do take a few minutes to see his drawings submitted earlier.

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4678513&id=128460166288&saved

Encourage him your comments and blessings.

Ramesh Menon

08Feb 2010

Talent Share Readers Club - Action Song : Rain on the green grass by Anvitha Agil

Dear Fans of Team 1 Talent Share,

Action Song : Rain on the green grass by Anvitha Agil

Anvitha Agil
KG-2
Star International School
Sharjah

Encourage her with your comments and blessings.

Ramesh Menon
08 Feb 2010

Talent Share Readers Club - Poetry recital by Sahla K Moidu

Talent Share Readers Club - Poetry recital by Sahla K Moidu

Dear Fans of Team 1 Talent Share,
Here is our new section. Young Readers Club. Children are encouraged here to read a poem or story. They may read from what they study, read or even from their own writing.

A Rhyme by Sahla K Moidu
V-F Sharjah Indian School
Sharjah-UAE

Encourage her with your comments and blessings.

Ramesh Menon
06 Feb 2010

Talent Share Readers Club - Poetry recital (2) by Aman K Moidu

Talent Share Readers Club - Poetry recital (2) by Aman K Moidu



Young Reader - Aman K Moidu reading a poem.

Dear Fans of Team 1 Talent Share,

Here is our new section. Young Readers Club. Children are encouraged here to read a poem or story. They may read from what they study, read or even from their own writing.

To start with, I am presenting to you,
Aman K Moidu
KGII B
Sharjah Indian School

Encourage him with your comments and blessings.

Ramesh Menon

Talent Share Young Readers club - Poetry recital by Aman K Moidu

Talent Share Young Readers club - Poetry recital by Aman K Moidu



Dear Fans of Team 1 Talent Share,

Here is our new section. Young Readers Club. Children are encouraged here to read a poem or story. They may read from what they study, read or even from their own writing.

To start with, I am presenting to you,
Aman K Moidu
KGII B
Sharjah Indian School

Encourage him with your comments and blessings.

Ramesh Menon
06 Feb 2010

Burj Khalifa - a poetry by Aroush Nihal Babu - January 2010

Burj Khalifa - a poetry by Aroush Nihal Babu - January 2010


Burj Khalifa - a poetry by Aroush Nihal Babu - January 2010

by
Aroush Nihal Babu


Burj Khalifa, towering so high in the skies
Bigger than the Eiffel tower, Empire State building

Covering the skies like the Mighty king
So beautiful and shiny, such a masterpiece

With the moon as its crown and the stars on its robe
The Great and elegant Burj Khalifa

Words fail at its beauty, which will prevail for ever
Such great architecture is the Burj khalifa

Name: Aroush Nihal Babu
Grade:7
School: Indian Islahi islamic School,Abudhabi
Praents' name: Jageer babu,Bindu J babu

Poetry - RAINY DAY, MY FAVOURITE DAY by Aroush Nihal Babu

RAINY DAY, MY FAVOURITE DAY

by Aroush Nihal Babu


Rainy days, they are wonderful days,
After rains, the puddle lays.

Kids go splash, in the puddles,
And watch rainbow in cuddles.

Moms make warm spicy snacks,
With dads pouring coffee from the flasks.

Boys are seen with paper boats,
Grandpas looking cool in their coats.

Babies frightened at the sound of thunder,
Grandmas comforting and holding them closer

People, who are tensed, watch the rains,
Your problems soon would go down the drains.

Rainy days, they are my favourite days,
Pray ,God makes more rainy days.


Poem written by:

Aroush Nihal Babu,
Grade 7,
Indian Islahi Islamic School,AUH.

S/o M.S.Jageer Babu,Bindu j Babu, Abu Dhabi

Poetry - Better than the odd - by Romeio John Paul

Poetry - Better than the odd - by Romeio John Paul

Poem - A wing and a prayer by Abdulla Essam - January 2010

Poem - A wing and a prayer
by Abdulla Essam

This is a poem about a persistent bee.
Always busy and never free.
He now finally has his weekend.
Shall he fly in schools or hang with his friend.
The school is closed and his friend is on holiday,
But he will not miss his weekend, no way.

So up to the mountains he flew.
He went alone, without a crew.
He found a man who weighed 102 pounds.
He seemed larger than three and a half hounds.

The man sat on a log having a sandwich.
A treat like that, the bee wouldn’t ditch.
It buzzed around, there was no one to hurt,
And got swatted without an alert.
The bee fell and landed in the sand.
With a bent wing, he tried to stand.

The man stepped on it with all his might,
but the bee was innocent, he didn’t want a fight.
The bee didn’t want to die, not like his brother, his sister, his uncle, nor his mother.
He didn’t want to meet the same fate,
So determination from the heart, he did create.

The bee kept trying to fly till he got it right.
Because it wasn’t time to see the light.
The man felt sorry, kneeling before the bee.
Now finally the bee is free.
You’re wrong if you think that’s the end.
That is the beginning of the bee’s rough weekend.

Poem - A wing and a prayer
by Abdulla Essam
Grade 8A,
AGS Abu Dhabi

Poem on Burj Khalifa by Aroush Nihal Babu - January 2010

Poem on Burj Khalifa
by
Aroush Nihal Babu


Burj Khalifa, towering so high in the skies
Bigger than the Eiffel tower, Empire State building

Covering the skies like the Mighty king
So beautiful and shiny, such a masterpiece

With the moon as its crown and the stars on its robe
The Great and elegant Burj Khalifa

Words fail at its beauty, which will prevail for ever
Such great architecture is the Burj khalifa

Name: Aroush Nihal Babu
Grade:7
School: Indian Islahi islamic School,Abudhabi
Praents' name: Jageer babu,Bindu J babu