[Varghese Kuncheria]

Dear Dr. Fab and friends, 

Please find my UNPUBLISHED poems below. 

May the New Year bring you better health and happiness!

Warm regards,

Varghese.

My Unpublished Poems

I.

Happiness  

By Joji Varghese Kuncheria 

In pursuit of happiness in life,

That we strive hard to achieve,

Mysterious in many ways is it,

Mastering it is the art of living.

Struggling through life's ocean,

In search of the yonder shore,

Through the high and low tides,

Makes us the master craftsmen.

Life is what we make it to be,

Originating with our thoughts,

The very thoughts that shapes,

The plans and purpose of life.

The sort of mischiefs we do,

Seeking happiness or for thrills,

Turns out often to be momentary,

Or a worhless exercises we do.

~*~

II.

My Family

By Joji Varghese Kuncheria 

I have a lovely family to boast,

Lively as always for a toast,

More than ever to be a host,

Which I like in them the most.

Always in front to do service,

All free and not for any fees,

Doing things with no malice,

Rightly the way to do things.

Entrust them with any work,

When they seem to be stuck,

On a hard task with no luck,

They still pursue with a wink.

Family is society's backbone,

And a nation's cornerstone,

The strong foundation stone,

That makes a nation well known.

~*~

III.

Arabian Winter 

By Joji Verghese Kuncheria 

1.

Disappearing heat

A mystery of this region 

Winter in the desert

2.

Cool seasonal breeze

Driving summer heat away

Singing an adieu

3.

Winter approaching 

Outdoor games in full swing

Kept at bay a while

4.

A resounding park

Jubilant children welcome

An early Winter

5.

Children on Winter break

Breaking all things left and right

Breaking my head too

6.

Oh come December

Loveliest time of the year 

A break from the heat

7.

Cool breezy morning

Winter in the Middle East 

Goose bumps on my hand

8.

A misty morning

Loveliest time of the year

A song on my lips

9.

Winter is so cool

A cool time to fool around

My buddy and me

10.

A cool thing to do

To walk in the Winter morn

Holding her warm hand

~*~

[Sara Zr]

Dear Dr. Fab and Friends,

Here I send my unpublished poem for the Family project. It is the story of the first family of mankind.

(The First Family)

I was sowing the light flowers

into the clay of darkest nights

I exhaled the green breath  

into the heart of droughty sights

I had told to the seven skies

to pour in lands of our paradise  

I was dressing up each street 

with red roses and snowdrops 

In my mind, it was thee

who had owned every place 

every breath I inhaled 

had caught your fragrance

It was mere from thee

that I'd made blossom

It was mere  from thee 

shining the face of the moon 

with all that sufferings

among the loneliness

It was just only me

who shield the butterflies  

I had told the hope birds, 

'I have faith in this love'

I will fight until death

with all threats in our fate of 

though I have never told

how I felt about you

It was all full of love

my little heart from you 

then came that confounded night 

your eyes were escaping looking at me 

the night which you shouted out load

You hate to live beside of me

you said, in the garden of my heart 

I make hidden a thirsty phyton 

it will onslaught savagely 

if the love tree makes to burgeon  

I said, the warp and woof of my heart

has inherited the petal fine

in my being except the kindness

there is no place for any thorn

You responded with a humiliating smirk

'extra love make it poisonous but'

You said and the dew of tears

dripped out of my broken heart

mere for sowing light into your heart

I hadn't touched you for anything 

how could you picked up by your own hands

all the blossoms of my feeling?

I was the one who did not sing 

except for whispering love in the wind

why you were riding in the wave of rage

for beating me into the ground?

Although the mid-deep of my heart

burns from the way you look me upon 

Although the hope flowers which had roots in 

have died in wailing one after the one

I never wish any bad things for you

except for joy and love interpretation 

to be reflected on your beautiful eyes

happiness with all of its definitions

Oh, Lilith, the lover of lust in the night

though from you Just a scent left in me

In being through your eyes, I had wished only

I was never been this much unworthy, ugly.

Footnote:

"Lilith, the lover of lust in the night": 

Lilith refers to Adam's first wife. Lilith left Adam and did not consider him worthy of her because most of her focus was on superiority in sex and lust. Instead of Adam, she joined with the devil. (The lover is simulated to Lilith who never appreciates the worth of Adam ....). This is the story of the first family of mankind. The one who chooses to love and make family and the one who turns to vain and broke the family. The story that repeated in the earth by the child of Adam.