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LONELINESS is a state of the mind,

Enclosing itself like a cocoon;

Ignoring outside merriment,

Magnifying the bottled negative feeling!

Alone or in happy company,

The mind refuses to open up,

Neither does it want advice or help;

Depression rears its ugly head,

Ensnaring the loneliness state;

Tightening its grip like a vice,

Imprisoning the helpless mind!

Entrenching itself securely in place,

Begins to sap the energy of the body;

Till it has nothing left,

Just waiting, waiting for death!

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Life is a bed of roses,

Wth thick sharp thorns;

Poke, prick and pierce,

When we get entangled in their snare!

Hidden beneath the beauty,

Lurks the dangerous thorns!

Suffering in the stupor of life,

Immune to the heartaches and pain;

Sail along with the tide,

The mortal body,

Battered into submission,

By time and the environment,

Waiting for the scythe of time,

To harvest and store,

In the archives!


Time is changes,

Swift and stealthy,

Forever it flows;

No stopping nor saving,

Forward it goes!

We just sail along,

Meeting friends and foes,

Happiness as well as sorrows,

The good and the bad,

The beautiful and the ugly,

Along the shores of time,

Then we disappear,

Being engulfed,

In the archives of time!


Life is a complex journey with many stopovers,
Until it reaches its final destination;
We begin life on earth without knowing our origin,
Without our consent we appear and exist;
What choice do we have but to march forward,
Where are we heading to?
Now we are given choices to decide,
And search for the meaning of life,
And the purpose of our existence!
Don’t chase after rainbows of wealth and fame,
They give only temperal joy and happiness,
Causing lots of anguish and pain!
Search the scriptures fervently,
The word of God will reveal the truth!
We will know the purpose of our existence,
And death is not to be our permanent home;
God will reveal Himself,
To those who earnestly seek Him,
Our eyes, heart and mind will receive His grace,
May this Christmas specially bring,
Jesus into your heart and home!


Long ago on this Christmas day,

My Saviour came to earth as a babe,

In a humble manger,

Because there was no room in the inn!

The shepherds and wise men came,

Paying homage to the baby king,

While angels joyously sang in heaven!

Christ has come to seek and redeem us,

And reconciled us to God the Father,

He humbled Himself to become one of us,

That through His death the penalty of sin is forever paid,

His grace shows His great and unfailing love for us,

Let us celebrate and thank Him this Christmas,

And look forward to His second coming soon!





A group of seniors was discussing birth and death one morning.
“We know when we are born but we do not know when we die!” the eldest of them remarked. All the others agreed. “But I’ve never asked to be born and yet I am here! I can do nothing about it! It is against my wish and choice to be born!” said one of them while the others laughed.
Since growing old is such a painful process, why don’t we be given the choice to end life itself?
Now the whole discussion turned to “Suicide”! Is it right or wrong to kill oneself?
The moral law does not permit one to commit suicide. Does any religion permit one to kill oneself? If yes, why is it so? If no, why not?


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HOME is a topic which is very close to my heart. I remembered I shared my thoughts of an ideal home to my girlfriend (now my wife), both of us agreed to try our level best to make our home as ideal as we possibly could. Years have flown by and just with a twinkling of an eye, we have been married for almost 43 years!

Some time ago, I have written on A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME. Today, I have written a poem on AN IDEAL HOME. Let each of us try our level best to make AN IDEAL HOME!

A HOME is not built with sticks and stones,
But with sweat, love and warm;
Where laughter and tears are shared,
And fear is non-existent!

A HOME does not evolve in a day,
It takes years of toil and care;
Every one within has to play his part,

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