A DAY WILL COME WHEN WE SHALL AGAIN MEET...

Why do you wan ye mortal hearts!

Hush your grievance,

And behold as another dove,

Glides away from the gilded cage

Into the waiting heavens

Where lies the soul's abode.

For who was once bound

To the wretched chair

Now flies free

Youth restored and,

Strengthened with vigor

And immortality.

Hush, hush, this eve

And behold as God

Our mighty Father

The King of all righteous

Gently holds his hand

And brings to rest

Against His bosom

Our most beloved

Whom today we have lost.

Weep! Weep! But do not

In your heart desire

His life to be upon

This wretched world

For rest is upon him

In the hands of God.

But even so,

Our hearts clamour

So on this day

Let unrest heed

And in dawns awakening

Bid his soul a

'See you soon'

For surely a day will come

When we shall again meet

The end is eternity

And death is but a door.

Miss you, Ebi...

Jinu Christopher

Oct 29, 2015

THE BRAIN

A puzzle to the puzzlers

A mystery to the curious

A beauty to the admirers

A power to the cunning

A means to the seekers

With a never ending depth

It makes muse and ponder

Even to the most bright

A treasure unseen

Bound within the pirates cove

Seek seek may be

You shall see, a gem

Of most ingenious making

A gift of the reverent

To His oft wayward children

THE LEGACY

I looked at the world

From the mountain top

As I pondered on death

I was a protector

My being filled with power

For that sole purpose

And yet in my heart

I knew I was no immortal

The reaper shall claim my soul

Then what

Will the world crumble

Or will it continue to fight

Was there ever a need for me

And as I glanced towards the future

I felt it an ominous presence

A threat which filled

My already weary heart

With foreboding

And then I knew what must be

The world shall move on

Mankind will survive

Their determination shall bear with them

And I will remain in the shadows

Fighting of foes

And preparing for the war

Apparent in the future

And when my time shall suffice

The legacy of my determination

Shall be passed

Generation to generation

From my children to their own

Till the time

Shall come when the threat is appeased.

Jinu Christopher

March 28, 2015


Note: This poem was written in Sept, 2013

MY BIRTHDAY WISHES TO MY FATHER..! (Feb 2015)

Sorry about the late wish, I couldn't call in the afternoon and fell as asleep later.

Happy Birthday, Appa..!

THE LOVE OF A DAUGHTER FOR HER FATHER...

And spring has come, 
So, so has birth,
And birth has come,
So has the muse of worth.

But, man the fickle man,
Hides behind glower,
And refutes love
Mockery? Perhaps he fears!

Loved? or not?
Love is by most
But so is hate,
But unexpressed,
Love gnaws,

A reminder, of an ever present guilt.

And though the season of spring,
Passed, is it ever late? 
The expression of love?
Nay! Nay!

For though I might seem uncaring
For though I may argue defiant
Can a child hate her father?
And so can her father, ever think?

Nay! Nay!

The love true
Triumphs and time is irrelevant
And so are the changing seasons

And it with joy and endearment 
I assure, and thank the mighty
That your eyes ever did behold
For though I might seem all but
My love will persevere 
Through anger, through bitterness
For should it be otherwise?

The love of a daughter for her father…

Jinu Christopher

Feb 16, 2015

That's your gift. Many people want to be wished properly for their birthdays, because it's a reassurance that they are loved.

The poem is about, even though I'm late in wishing (the spring) and the day has nearly ended, my love is not any less and though I don't behave as such I do love you.

That however doesn't mean I don't equally love my mother (so stop flaunting).

Goodnight!

THE LOVE OF A DAUGHTER FOR HER FATHER...

And spring has come, 

So, so has birth,
And birth has come,
So has the muse of worth.

But, man the fickle man,

Hides behind glower,
And refutes love
Mockery? Perhaps he fears!

Loved? or not?
Love is by most
But so is hate,
But unexpressed,
Love gnaws,
A reminder, of an ever present guilt.

And though the season of spring,
Passed, is it ever late? 
The expression of love?
Nay! Nay!

For though I might seem uncaring
For though I may argue defiant
Can a child hate her father?
And so can her father, ever think?

Nay! Nay!

The love true
Triumphs and time is irrelevant
And so are the changing seasons.

And it with joy and endearment 
I assure, and thank the Mighty
That your eyes ever did behold
For though I might seem all but
My love will persevere 
Through anger, through bitterness
For should it be otherwise?

The love of a daughter for her father...

Jinu Christopher

Feb 16, 2015

It’s my gift of poem to my father on his birthday!