Haiku-2

Soaring high
scenting surrounding
prayer….

Dry seashore
next jumpy kiss
waiting……

Fairy sky
red moon
married…….

Wedded path
widowed trees
autumn ….

j.john britto xavier

Haiku-1

Enveloped body
excavated stomach
hungery person….

Torrent of water
huts on sail
delhi-slums….

He met her
she embraced him
meeting……

Rush of wheels

crush of lives
(delhi) blue-line blues…..

j.john britto xavier

Poor sex-worker

to see the light
she sells her night
to fend her living
she vends her body
fade of age and furnished skin

discarded with disease
to tighten the (suicide) knot
she alights her head…..
poor sex-worker……..

j.john britto xavier

Life, a Journey

Life, a journey
A life-long journey
Beginning with an end
Beginning of the end!!!

Walk the way
With care
Stage by stage
Step by step

Among the people
Along the way
Be with some
Together we move

Munching memories
Shouldering sorrows
Miles to go
Mind, to move
Heart, to halt
What to do?
Wait a minute.

Stop by the listening tree
Chat with her
Sitting at resting-stone
Relax a while.

Sit.
Chat.
Relax.
Refresh.
Renew the walk.
Miles to go……

Walk the way
Tired, exhausted?
Say No to fume and fury
Next-stop ahead……

Sit by the listening tree
Chat.
Relax.
Refresh.
Renew the walk…….
Till reach the goal……….

j. john britto xavier

Cloudy Future

I went
All alone
Along the street
Among the crowd….

A distant speech
Disturbed my ears
A politician boo-booing
‘Children, future pillars of India’

People around
Clapped aloud
Confused me, mused
‘Am I the future pillar?’

I approached a palmist
Attest the future
My exposed palm
Electrified the creature.

His curious eyes
Google-searched for life-line
My scarred palm
Scared the palmist.

Peeping pain of my palms
Petrified him
Puzzled palmist, questioned,
‘Who are you?’

‘I, cracker-maker at Sivakasi
Beedi roller at Andhra Pradesh
Carpet weaver at Utter Pradesh
Rag picker at Metros
Table-boy at tea-stalls
Sex-worker at G.B Road
Different roles with one identity’
Was my answer.

Amazed palmist
Mused then
‘India at sixty
Future pillars with no dignity’

‘Future’ moves ahead
All alone
Along the street
Among the crowd……….

by j. john britto xavier

the constitution of heart: love

we,

by the love of the ONE

out of the love of two

with the love of some

for the love of all

finally,

to the love of the same ONE

love evolves everything

God is love.....

j.john britto xavier

Voice of the Voiceless

We have father and mother
Else what is our origin?
Ask not who are they?
We know not.

We have brothers and sisters
All are abandoned ones
Our cradles are dustbins
Music of vehicle, lullaby

Platforms are our whereabouts
Warm welcome to everyone
Cold or heat, no difference
Peace of heart, our preference!!!

If at all, we meet our parents
Ask we not why they did so
Surely we do ask them
Whom they thought, care for us???

If answer is God, well and good
We know someone cares for us
If that is God
We thank Him/Her wholeheartedly.



j.john britto xavier