Case of Gluttonous Goat

Case of Gluttonous Goat
Ranjeet had the quill
Shastry had the will
Ramana did the kill Mahesh did the drill

    Rudresh got the bill
    Dimpy had her fill !!
    Shiva with his kannada pill
    Venky had the acting skill

Prathana with her magical skill
Ajai got some laughs until
Sumanth's slap sent a chill

    Akhilesh had everyone's lines
    Thejash didnt hv his but did just fine
    Satya does not know it's over still :-)
    Now Ashwati wants a refill

Rain Prayer

Can the rain wash away my sin
Can the pain go away from within
Can the wounds be healed today
Can the mind come to rest I pray

Will there be a consideration for me
Will thou hear my plea
Will this rain renew my being
Will there be a rainbow for me

In the lightning I see your presence
In the raindrop I feel your essence
In the rumbling thunder I hear u scold
Give me the will to follow what u hv told

If not in you whom shall I depend
If not today when shall I repent
This rain I feel is a message from thee
From the skies directly to me

Renew me Renew me
My humble plea
May this rain wash my pains away
May the wounds be healed today
Grant me peace of mind, I pray

(Written by Jibrael Jos )
( Inspired by the rain today in Bangalore)

You Decide

If you think u are alone... you are
If you think u are scared... you are
If you think u are sad... you are

But the moment
u decide you are not
..... u r not

If you don't love yourself... who will
If you don't believe.... who will
If you don't praise yourself.... who will

But the moment
u decide to do
..... THE WORLD will claim,
That they always knew

Jibrael Jos

Wisdom Of The Crowd

If you read all the posts
It's very sad 'mere dost'
Intelligent and the fools
Are both tools
To enlighten our world!
...Back to the stone ages

If you see all the shares
It leaves you in despair
Educated and illiterates
Are just votes
To democrise our world!
...Back to the dark ages

Every one has a point in media's boxing ring
'Wisdom of the crowd' There is no such thing

(Please Note: Posts and Shares relates to Social Media Sites)

Jibrael Jos

Why Do I Teach?

Why do I teach?
I ask every year
A teacher hopes to inspire
A few to follow their hearts desire
A teacher hopes to kindle
A few to be in the darkness, a candle
A teacher hopes to teach
A few to practice what they preach
A teacher hopes to impart
A few to believe that they can restart
Sometimes I wonder if it's a blunder
To think I can bring about change
So... I ask every year
Why do I teach?
'I love doing what I am doing'
But is that enough I don't know,
So... I ask every year
Why do I teach?

Jibrael Jos

Until We Instill

Until
we sit still
How will we hear?
Until
We distill
How will we be clear?
Until
We instill
This discipline I fear
Education is a sheer waste my dear

Until
We think
How will we see change?
Until
We write
How will we seed change?
Until
We believe
How will we be the change?
Until
We instill
This discipline I fear
Education is a sheer waste my dear.

Jibrael Jos

To Be Like A Butterfly

Everybody is envious
Of the colourful butterfly
His delicate wings
And graceful flight
He is the epitome of happiness! !

But have you ever wondered
The challenges he faced
Growing up without his parents
Struggles as a caterpillar
Risking his life for daily leaf
No friends he can count on
The few he looked upto
want to swoop down
and make a meal of him

Nobody to guide him and support him
during his metamorphosis
And yet
His unflinching belief in the process

Today he is your role model
You want to fly like him
Look attractive, be loved by all
Flirt with the wind
Travel from one flower to another
Drink nectar and be in bliss

Are u ready for the struggle
Are u ready to take risk
Are u ready to believe

Jibrael Jos

Spooky Tree

Rydhun was a smart boy
as naughty as can be
He made up a story
of a ghost on a tree

He scared the smaller kids
Aged five, four and three
with stories of demons
And dead men walking free

One fine day
the big boys played a prank
they tied a white cloth
On the tree's high branch
When the wind whistled thru it
It was scary sight to watch

Rydhun walked under the tree
with not a fear in the world
When an eerie voice
Made him look up
The waving cloth
Got him all spooked up

He screamed his lungs out
and made a dash for his life
All bravery flushed out
His stories flashed before his eyes
He tripped and fell
Was it a zombie from hell?

Big boys had a laugh
at his expense
There was no real ghost
no real suspense

Days passed by
Rydhun avoided the tree
Haunter became the haunted
Mind was no longer free

Two days later a child fell off
while getting a kite free
Another child got hurt
by chance under the tree

By and by
the legend slowly grew
Stories of zombie sightings
seemed all true

Association took a call,
to cut down the tree.
Tree lovers tried to stall,
but it was not to be

The fateful axe
had a destiny to keep
because after all
children needed to sleep

People gathered to see
the grand old tree
brought down on its knee
supposedly to set some spirits free

Contractor was in luck
He was going to make a fast buck
He rubbed his hands in glee
how dumb could people really be

The woodcutter swung
with a mighty force
But Behold! The tree disappeared
from right under their nose

Jibrael Jos

Search Of Love

I went in search of love
In the valleys deep
On the mountain steep
In the rivers wide
On the brook side

But she eluded me
She avoided me
I started to perceive
As all make believe

I went in search of God
In temples small
In churches tall
In prayer halls long
In conventions strong

But he eluded me
He avoided me
I started to perceive
As all make believe

I started breathing
I started singing
I started running
I started giving

I started seeing
I started feeling
I started caring
I started living

And guess who came looking for me?

Now I see love not only in
valleys deep
mountains steep....
But also on the roadside
In a beggars smile
Pending work file
Long queue near a water pump
Kids playing beside a garbage dump

Jibrael Jos

Life Is Poetry?

No Rhyme..then No Reason to be?
Life is not perfect I must agree
Without the chains, how does one break free
If we do not part, how do we make a new start
If we do not fail, how does one make a new trail

Nobody wants the vacation to be
In the plains, however fertile it maybe
If not for the mountains and sea
How boring life's journey and view would be

Life is not perfect you must agree
You are the lighthouse in life's dark and stormy sea
If you stand alone, stand tall for the world to see
If NO Rhyme, you still have a thousand reasons to be

No Reason... then the Rhyme you be
Is Life still a poetry for thee?

Jibrael Jos