My child fell here….

This poem depicts a mother who lost her little girl during a bombing in Syria. We see her carrying some mushroom,the favourite dish of her child,to the place where her child was torn into pieces.

Dada, we still cry…

It’s been long, we’re no more strong ‘Cause you’re gone, our hearts are worn Dada, we still cry, our eyes never dry This our loss, is so painful a cross. Bhabi still bakes, your favourite cakes Prishu still waits, for you at gates Life can’t retreat, but we repeat We wait your greeting, at heaven’s…

How art thou my soul?

How are you my soul? Got to share something? Your smile hids something That spills off your eyes.   Your lies are poor made Why try wear a smile ? Your clad and kempt hair Can’t  more be your aid.   Dear, anyway, I know The root of your pain Why not let me Hold…

Your Love Transforms……

My God you know, in earnest I thirst Your fire on my moisture to act. Too fast, no not, I can’t handle, Too slow, please don’t, I may fall off.   Warmth of your love expels in range All what does not conform your love. Let your fire burn, slowly, stead’ly Till I’m purged of…

CRISIS in CONVERSING

Do we find it hard to enter into an authentic dialogue with someone? Has a pleasant conversation with someone become an impossibility for us? If yes, why? Read carefully you may find an answer. Dialogue now has emerged as the overarching medium of understanding, and indeed of human existence.[i] Having witnessed the short demonstration presented…

Praying for Souls in Purgatory

Month of November is specially dedicated to pray for the souls in purgatory. On 2nd of November we specially remember and pray for these souls. However, many Christians, including some Catholics, have this common question: Why should we pray for those who have already died? To answer this we, first, need to understand what is…

Are you excited about God???

When Jesus saw the widow offering the two copper coins he called his disciples and said that she has offered more than what all the others had offered. He said that the others offered from their abundance and she, from her nothingness, offered all what she had to live on. I was just thanking God…