Wednesday, January 14, 2015

M G Warrier (M-134) - The Child who Cries in the Dark +

M G Warrier (M-134)


The Hindu, May 12, 2015
Open Page
Angels in White
By Dr Tiny Nair
He collapsed in pain, unable to bear
Thought he would die, face writ with fear
The wailing ambulance and the cold wheelchair
From the comfort of home, to intensive care
Oxygen, saline, IV morphine
Put him to sleep, as the stents were put in
High-tech medicine worked overtime
His family sat stunned, by sudden shift of paradigm.
As morphine made him sleep sound
A set of angels hovered around
Their sharp eyes watched the monitor screen
Unperturbed by the beep and din
At his slightest moan and groan
They calmed him in a comforting tone
Whenever he opened his confused eyes
Those white-capped angels were there
For the next two days, and following night
Critical he was, but hope was in sight
By the weekend, he slowly improved
The crisis was over, surely beyond doubt
He thanked the doctors before he left
He believed their hands were ‘magical’ and ‘deft’
He thanked the great almighty God
‘Nothing happens without his supervision and nod’
He just forgot one little thing
Those Angels in the intensive wing
He knew them as nurses, without a name
In white uniform they all looked the same
Next time, in hospital, you do recover
Thank your stars, those angels were there
Do not forget, that they did not sleep,
because they knew, you have promises to keep
Scanners and manners in hospital are cold
Adds up to patients' tension untold
The smile of the nurse is the only hope
That helps patients fight back and cope
Nurses deserve a special ‘thanks’
For supporting us, on life’s slippery planks
M G Warrier
14/05/15




Poem by E X Joseph
I knew E X Joseph since early 1960’s when he was Secretary General of the All India Audit & Accounts Employees’ Association when he was based in Mumbai and I had just joined Accountant General’s Office, Trivandrum. He maintained our relationship unbroken since then, though both of us passed through many phases of life both in personal and ‘official’ life. Every New Year, every ONAM, every X’mas we remembered each other. I had opportunity to understand his association with V K Krishna Menon and V R Krishna Iyer, to read  his writings on human issues and to watch from a distance his work in relation to publications he edited and books he wrote.
Copied below is the poem he mailed to me on March 28, 2015:

M G Warrier
29/03/15
TO JESUS ON THE CROSS
The cross was your destiny, it was bound to be
You challenged   power, defied authority
You exposed the hollowness  of the learned  mind
You pulled down the gods that man had created
You rejected the claims of the priests, the Pharisees
You walked  with the lowly,the lost,the sinners
You chose fishermen and a prostitute as disciples
You lived in freedom,in the radiance of the truth.
How could you  be allowed to be free to preach love
when violence, greed and hierarchy reigned?
You called self-anointed priests, agents of god
hypocrites, whited-sepulchres,pretenders
You protected the woman who was to be stoned
by the self-righteous,the custodians of morality
You proclaimed with the authority of the spirit
that  the meek shall inherit the earth
that the rich will never enter the heaven of peace
that the kingdom of god is not outside man’s heart
that law was for man and not man for law
that life is divine in its simplicity and in love
that man and God are united in creation
that  mystery of life blooms in innocent children.
How could you be let to pull down the mansions
of belief,  power,  wealth, the darkness of mind?
Your place could only on the wooden cross
Your destiny down the ages to be ever  crucified
Your fate in history to be made into a god of power,of wealth
to be carried on golden crosses by the multitudes.
And yet, you will  resurrect in the splendor of life
You will ever be the flower in  the luminous spring
that will one day be the  endless joy of all mankind
You will  be the light that leads the way for minds
that absorb the spirit of the law of evolution
You will ever be the explosion that will create
life divine to be the supreme reality of existence
You will  ever be the ocean of ecstasy that plays
In the heart of every lover that carries the moon
You will ever be the mystery that flows in the song
of every bird, in the blush  of every dawn
the earth and the heaven, the stars, all universe
will carry the throb of freedom, of love, of the cross.
e.x.joseph


 ONAM 2013

E X Joseph*
             I walked in despair in the wet misty air
             wondering where my  good, old  Kerala has gone?
             Where are the flowers pink and blue and white
             yellow and mauve, big and small, smiling so sweetly?
             Where are the rice fields, green and fresh and rich
             and   the pretty maids singing while working?
             Where are the boys and girls gathering flowers
             and the laughing men playing in the fields?
             Where are the untiring men  ploughing the fields
             and the cheerful women milking the cows?
              And then I saw a tiny,little pink flower in the cranny of a wall
              smiling at me with all the abundance of creation
              a frail, weak woman carrying a load all with love
              a girl with her  school bag laughing and running to her friends
              a farmer planting the seeds with never-ending hope
              a mother feeding her baby singing an old lullaby
              a young couple exchanging glances with tender love
              smart boys and girls exuding the energy that defies decay
              and men and women though bent with care and concern
              with hope in  their eyes,mastering the latest technology
              determined to create a new future, a new earth. 
             
              And then I knew  Kerala, the land of the age-old myth
              of Mahabali,of truth and beauty and love and glowing life,
              of songs and work and joy and flowers and rice fields
              will come back in all its glory, one day, one day!
              BEST WISHES FOR A VERY HAPPY ONAM!
              E.X.JOSEPH
* E X Joseph is Senior Advocate, Supreme Court now settled in Kochi now engaged in several social activities including those related to VR Krishna Iyer Foundation. My association with him dates back to 1964-68 when I was in AG’s Office, Trivandrum and he was Secretary General, All India Audit and Accounts Employees Association.
M G Warrier
18/09/13



'Untitled' poem 2012
Reshmy Warrier
Inch by inch I died
Death gradually pulling up the covers
The horrors of a night best left untold
Still my life, my life!
Ripped away, left in nude, left on the streets,
to bleed, to die
A portrait of pain and suffering,
I have succumbed to death in body,
But try as he might,
He cannot conquer me in full
I continue to be alive
I'm that wick in your candle,
And here I remain--
Strong and beautiful!
--Reshmy Warrier (dedicated to Nirbhaya/Amanat)







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