THE MASK, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

THE MASK

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

What a perfect mask you wear?

In front of the boss, you are so different,

Out of her presence very ineffective as I find,

How do you manage this dualism?

My soul no rest can find,

You create an illusion,

That’s perfect every time,

Yet fruits are lacking every time.

Will thy spell ever last,

Will the holder of authority ever wake?

Will the spell ever break?

If only this spell could break.

NOTE:- I wrote this poem observing how people behave in front of their boss. Out of the boss sight, they are just different.

Unhappy, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Unhappy

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Happiness shouldn't ever come to me,

It always leaves me alas,

Why should the transient,

Rob me at last.

Sadness is perpetual;

It always stands,

Next to me holding my hand,

As my guard, it stands.

Loyal strong always sure,

Guarding its victim,

From shore to shore,

I have no power for sure.

No need to guard me,

I can't ever escape,

I have lost all hope,

You shall be with me at last

Deception, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Deception

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I have so many well-wishers,

Sometimes I can see through their smile,

Deception and inequity,

Which in their smile abide,

Lips of lies can be covered for sure,

Yet men of discretion can find it for sure.

I thought, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I thought

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I thought they didn't love me,

Of late did I realize,

All such assumptions were false,

World love's like this all.

It loves the post,

Person's are immaterial as I find,

Don't take all things to heart,

Why should the blind lead the blind?

Love the Lord, oh my soul,

His love is perfect every time,

This world may forsake you one day,

His love is here to stay.

Till the time you bank on human love,

Failure and frustrations will abide,

The day you turn to the Lord,

Your life will turn into wine.

I am the vine you are the branch,

Severed from Me you are nothing apart,

Be fruitful and multiply,

Try my soul, thy Saviour try.

R. A. Jacob

It will come back to you, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

It will come back to you

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

One day whatever you do,

Will come back to you,

You may oppress as you wish,

It will rob you of your bliss.

He is a mighty God prince of peace,

His is my refuge and strength,

I need no human assurance,

On his love, I stand.

He is all to me He is all to me,

No need of any assurance,

Christ is all to me,

Christ is all to me.

I think I am a clown

I think I am a clown,

The statement is harsh as I find,

Yet the truth abides,

It’s no laughter to seek a smile.

You can be a Hitler,

Of this, you may be proud,

Robbing the world of its joy,

Maybe you are a rubbish boy.

Don’t be proud of vanity,

Don’t consider it great,

Seeking happiness is greater,

Being rigid is insane.

Laugh and the world Laughs,

Weep and you weep alone,

This world has enough sorrow,

Let some happiness be shown.

To bring a smile to your face,

I employ all my powers,

A smile on your face,

Is worth a million Stars.

One day you will understand, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

One day you will understand

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Some came, for the living water,

Some came, to find out faults,

One came, for thirty pieces,

All received from Him their wants.

What are you seeking,

Exactly that you will find,

Blind sought from Him eyesight,

Exactly that didst they find.

What are you seeking from Him,

Exactly that you will find,

Seek not for worldly riches,

Or to the spiritual you'll be blind.

Some are seeking for certificates,

Some are seeking land,

All that is transient,

One day you will understand.

Reginald Ajay Jacob

They will continue to throw stones, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

They will continue to throw stones

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

They will continue to throw, stones at me,

They also stoned my Lord,

Crucify Him, was the voice of the public,

So what, if they thrush in some swords.

You would be considered, worthless,

The way they asked, from Christ, some signs,

Continue to be connected with the wine, and

You will continue to be alive.

Rejoicing, in the fact, that I am unworthy,

Rejoicing, in the fact that He is my power,

Rejoicing, even if they considered me unworthy,

My Christ, is my worth, my reward.

Note - a disciple is not above his teacher, nor a servant above his master. It is enough for a disciple to be like his teacher and a servant like his master. If the head of the house has been called Beelzebul, how much more the members of his household!

Rejection is a part and parcel of life , a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Recognition what are you seeking,

This world  couldn't even recognise Christ,

Sheep is an ignorant animal,

Simplicity is part of life.

They rejected the of king of kings,

Ignorant are humans as I find,

Rejection is a part and parcel of life,

Ignorant are humans as I find.

Seek not love from human beings,

Seek not for you shall not find,

Eyes look for external beauty

Internal beauty eyes cannot find.

Why seek love from the blind,

Why Seek love from the blind,

Cross is the perfection of love,

Seek your love in Christ.

Hands of the clock are crushing, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Hands of the clock are crushing,

Crushing with all their might,

In front of their mighty power,

Who can ever abide?

Grinders are crushing,

Every grain to sizes,

In front of thy power,

No man can abide.

We are producing icons,

A generation of Stereotypes,

Just like factory production,

That is just alike.

Number plate distinguishes automobiles,

We need not copy that frame,

God has made us unique,

Why try to copy in vain.

Note this poem was written in 1998. Poet questions as to why we should try to copy.

My hands are tied, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

My hands are tied

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

My hands are tied,

Play the violin on my throat,

I am tied for sacrifice,

As if I am a goat.

Play all melodies,

Play them on my throat,

I am tired due to economics,

I am a helpless goat.

One more prey in the web,

Suck my blood as you like,

I have no power to resist,

Suck me as you like.

Hurt me with strokes of language,

Beat me with discouragement hundred times,

No power in me to resist,

Slice me as you like.

Let me learn from defeat

Let me learn as Man despise,

Even though they consider me worthless,

Yet for me, he paid the price.

Most worthless of humans,

Yes loved by my Lord,

It is sufficient,

In thee, I have all.

Note this poem talks about a situation in which the poet is rejected by all yet he finds his solace in the Lord. This poem was written on the 25th of January 1994