Poems by Johnny Varghese

The corner

a poem by Johnny Varghese

To be frank,
what all feel,
that all places,
all roads,
all paths and tracks,
has a point in the centre,
in the start,
and right there in the corner.

Well in “the corner”,
of all the paths and places,
that I have traversed,
I don’t know why,
but have had a great,
impact on the next one,
that I would be stepping on.

That you would find me waiting,
while all have finished,
their chores and gone,
to find that spot,
that special point,
where something,
that one visible,
to just me,
that I believe,
would change the course,
of the present track,
the recent work,
or whatever deed I am in.

Well, it would always,
seem so odd,
to many on the same path,
but that’s the only way,
I have lived my,
entire life till now>

Waiting,
with all the possible patience,
for that particular moment,
the only special point,
which I know,
could make me look different.

Times

a poem by Johnny Varghese

Okay, to be sure,
These times to endure,
And to get out of it,
Say, its quite a fit,
Cool mornings,
With no yearnings,
Till we see the sun,
And then the fun,
Begins,
Like a fish without fins,
All the while,
Just to get out of our homes,
On our routine roams,
All the worry,
In the hurry,
And that it would have to last,
All along the day so vast,
Till we see the sun set,
And with our dripping sweat,
We leave for our dear homes,
Passing by the silent domes,
Of sleeping problem-less,
Beyond stress,
Eternally resting fellow beings,
The sun has fully gone down the horizons.