Poetry

If you worship God daily, the world may call you a wally. You will pay a thousand times. Of you they'll say that he just whines. You will not be accepted. You will be disrespected. Your efforts will be termed vain. This world will call you insane. When you preach they'll say,' " Don't make noise. We don't want to hear your voice." None will be there for you to console. All your anger you'll have to control. You'll be persecuted all through the day but remember that God is the way. You will not receive praise. To God , your sorrows, you must raise. The world won't give you the respect that is due but at the end God will tell you, " My child, I love you."  - Christopher Britto

City, Oh my city! It does look pretty. But yet it is a pity that the surroundings are dirty. It is our duty. To protect our city. It's sensible to refrain from vanity. Most people here are witty. There lies a scarcity at times of love and generosity. You'll find more than one committee  but absent is all accountability. There is, however, a good quality that in times of calamity where there is an increase in casualty among the people you'll find unity. This is a place of complexity. In it exists a varied ethnicity. To be rich in the vicinity is equal to gaining immortality. Whatever it may be, It's the astounding sanity that attracts me to Mumbai my city.  - Christopher Britto

Good Lord I now speak to thee. How can, from sin, I be free. Thy love is eternal. Thy grace is vernal. I'm a sinner and that's a fact. On me this world has an impact. I belong to the sinful human race. I'm not worthy to behold thy face. Yet thou hast chosen me. I was scared but now I'm ready. Mould and make me into a saint. I will not have any complaint. Use me as thou used the saints in the past. I assure you Lord that I will last. There's only one thing that I ask. May I, in thy glory, bask. From this world thou set me free. May I only belong to thee.  - Christopher Britto

In our country where patriarchy exists predominantly, a man feels proud to be recognised as manly. He enjoys the privilege of this system but has to shoulder the burdens of this custom. A lot, to fit in the norms, he has to try. The first rule's a curse that men can't cry. A man in all circumstances has to be strong. Only then to him can manliness belong. All these rules no man should ever ape. To be a real man means to never allow rape. To be a real man means you shouldn't molest. Your wife should never all all be suppressed. True men can always express what they feel. They will accept that it takes time to heal. A man can also experience fear. They need not to these old social norms adhere. Real men need not keep their feelings within . They too can express. They're too human.  - Christopher Britto

The group of people we call amateur are indeed a gift to us from nature. They are in a very delicate stage but quite enthusiastic is their age. A lot many youth daily get misjudged. The cause of this is that they are prejudged. Some of the youth also get discouraged. They doubt themselves. Their intellect gets damaged. This youthfulness does not forever last. The adults today were youth in the past. When we teach them to respect the ones older, It is fitting that we also respect the ones younger. We show our love to the saint and the sage. Let us also show our love to the youth of our age. If you think that youths are meant to be taught only by the rod, You are tearing and crushing the holy heart of God. Showing love and respect to all our youth is to pay the youthful God our tribute. - Christopher Britto

The only one thing that I want in life is to be joyful and free of all strife. I began the search for true happiness so I could get rid of all emptiness. I looked to the heavens and saw a star. Guided by it I then travelled afar. The beauty of all lands I did adore but none gave me the joy I was looking for. The best of food I had then consumed. The cup of wine would give me joy was what I presumed. I thought that flesh would give me satisfaction  Hence I began the quest for infatuation. I realised nothing was interesting and they weren't worth any time investing. I felt that I am totally hollow. This pain is what I had to swallow. My eyes then feel on the image of my Maker. I then found fulfillment in my Creator.  - Christopher Britto

To covet is to want. It's a desire that will haunt. Coveting is not good. It destroys brotherhood. God gives us what we need. He doesn't satisfy our greed. In vain is our labour if we desire what's of our neighbour. Covetousness is a sin. Your focus it will ruin. It's a sibling of envy. It's the weapon of the enemy.   It will corrupt your brain. All your energy it will drain. To covet is an evil act. Negative is it's impact. The only way to deal with thoughts like these is to surrender your desires to the God of peace. - Christopher Britto

I will speak of Mister Hound. He is obese,plump and round. He is indeed a foodie but he's not at all broody. He lives only to eat. With him no one can compete. He will rashly spend his wealth. He won't focus on his health. His belly is his master. This fact is a disaster. Food alone can satisfy him. His geed is vast as a brim. Food alone appeals to him. He'll eat in moments of glee and grim. Hound never follows a diet and he knows that it's not right. Life's not just all about food and with this I'll now conclude - Christopher Britto

By your tongue the people get stung. Even though you’re not right you will choose to fight.   All you will say to those who cross your way will not be pleasing but will be teasing.   You won’t comprehend. Broken friendship won’t mend Everything will go wrong and your grudge will last long.   Your loved ones will get hurt because you’ll treat them like dirt. You will promote hate. This is the devil’s bait.   Anger will just destroy and ruin all the joy.    

Come on. Come on and hurry or else you’ll have to worry that Oh the works are not yet done since you were busy having fun.   You had time that was buffer yet you preferred to suffer. Yes, you had all of it but it’s you who chose to sit.   You decided to postpone. Now it’s you who’s to atone. One great gift we have is time. Wasting it is like a crime.   Time will never wait. It’s you who’ve to await. The knowledge that time waits for no man   should be a part of your plan.   Let us, therefore, not laze around or else in worthlessness we’ll get drowned.

IT IS HUMAN TO FEEL. THINGS DO TAKE TIME TO HEAL. IT IS NORMAL TO CRY. JUST AS IT'S FINE TO TRY. IT IS NOTHING UNIQUE FOR A MAN TO FEEL WEAK. HE IS ALSO HUMAN. FEELING SAD IS NO SIN. YOU MAY THINK THAT HE'S DIM BUT NO, WAIT. IT'S JUST HIM. THERE ARE THINGS YOU COULD SAY THAT MAY RUIN HIS DAY. HE MAY NOT DO HIS BEST. HE MAY JUST NEED SOME REST. "MEN CAN'T CRY" IS A LIE. YES YOU MAY WONDER WHY. IF YOU READ JOHN IN DEPTH YOU'LL KNOW JESUS TOO WEPT. - CHRISTOPHER BRITTO

Lust corrupts your mind. It does make you blind. It melts your flesh like acid. It makes your goodness turn rancid. It'll make you walk on paths that are bad. It will ruin your reason and make you mad. After you lose your entire sanity. It'll make you forget your humanity. It'll make your heart burn with fire. It'll pull you down and not lift you higher. Lust entices like a bride in the gown but you take a step towards it and you'll drown. After you having in the life of lust ventured you loose your empathy you become self centred. It will make you worse than an animal. You'll reduce other's dignity to minimal. Once this sinful lust makes you lie your ethics,morals and virtues will die. - Christopher Britto

Jealousy eats you from within. It gets soaked by your skin. It is dark venom. This poison is a grave sin. To our bodies it's a misfit. It attacks our wit. It murders philanthropy. It causes atrocity. It'll cause your virtues to cease and they will stink like blue cheese. Your sanity you won't remember. Your soul it will dismember. It will give you a kiss but do remember it's hiss. It is indeed a black snake belonging to a polluted lake. Once jealousy enters your system Your salvation will be at stake. - Christopher Britto

That's not her. I do know how we were. Get up and tell me sister. What's the matter? Why did you shatter? What! He called you a whore because of what you wore. He abused you and used you He did not care. How did he dare? He is a lag. He's a douche bag. What happened was bad. That did make me sad. You have no dearth. Look at your worth. You need not worry but please don't hurry. He was a flu. I'm there for you. I love you. - Christopher Britto

HAVES and have-nots This poem is too subjective and it's not at all objective No. It's not. This poem is a free verse. Some may label it a curse But it's not. It's excruciatingly painful that majority wins. Second to the love for God is my love for the have-nots. Haves are the citizens with normal brains. They're like God. Roaming freely. Have-nots are the ones with ocd, schizophrenia, bipolar, boderline,etc. They are, like the demons, chained in the abyss of the mental asylum. Haves dictate commandments. Have-nots are mere humans. Wait. Then why are they treated worse than animals? Food for thought. Some catholic saints were have-nots. Some have-nots are ' MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS' - GEORGE ORWELL, ANIMAL FARM. Oh it pains my heart To express in this art That the agony of the have-nots has no end. - Christopher Britto

Behold the sky and all the stars in it and think about it's greatness while you sit. Now stand and take a look at what's at hand. You'll find a great streched portion of the land. As you gaze at it know that it is dust. One day you will return to it. You must. Look at the plants so beautiful and green. Nature indeed is worthy to be seen. The light blue sky is well adorned with birds. It's hard to praise the earth with mere words. Now gently move your eyes o're to the stream but don't forget that all this is a dream. The birds the plants and creatures of the earth will pass away as though they had no worth. Nothing that's seen will last eternally including all the sorrows and the glee. The only entity that stays for all eternity is the holy, one, pure God - The Holy Trinity. - Christopher Britto

The seed of sin is pride. The root of all evil is pride. The first sin ever committed was pride. Sin entered this world because of pride. To sin itself is pride. To persist in sin is pride. To renounce goodness is pride. To sit on the judges seat is pride. To condemn our neighbour is pride. To shun people away is pride. To rebel against authority is pride. To be disobedient is pride. To desire respect because of one's age is pride. To crave for popularity and fame is pride. To want to be feared is pride. To want honour for one's status is pride. Scared scripture teaches us That God resists the proud. - Christopher Britto

My soul and body thirsts for joy. Life's treating me like I'm a toy. No happiness is left in me. My heart has sunk in misery. I wait for time to pass away. The night seems long. There is no day. In vain do I behold the sky. I wonder why I'm living,why? A grief so dark covers my soul. I am so hollow,I'm not whole. My mind is flooded with sad thoughts. My soul is dull. My body rots. There is so much despair and grief. I speak in depth. I can't be brief And oh! My heart is full of pain. I feel my life indeed is vain No person seen by me or heard. My eyes shed blood and caused a flood. - Christopher Britto

I knew her not before my breath began nor had I heard of her who bore the lamb. When I was brought where flesh in bread is kept, my spirit felt the presence of the queen. Then water, on my head, was gently poured. Thus, I became a holy child of God At that hour, I became her child as well but then, I grew in stature and grave filth. My soul seemed doomed and absolutely wrecked. I remembered that Jesus Christ she found. I knew for sure that she will search my soul. I went to her; my hope, strength and mother. Within her mantle, I was safe from harm. I drew closer to her and knew her more. I found the joy I never had at all. All of my days were filled by her sweet grace. She was the first one to have made me love. Had I not come to her, I would have died but oh, her gentle love my soul did taste. The first person I ever loved was her. My heart she did embrace and captivate. My soul was filled with grace like her own being. The mother of the Lord had been my help and I, from all my evil d

A mother's love is more than gold. It can't be purchased. It's not sold. No matter what the child may be, A mother always heeds it's plea. A gentle mother you're to me. I pray that you enjoy all glee. There aren't enough words on the earth to thank you Mom. You're more than worth. You are indeed my everything. Your praises I will always sing. I'm glad that you are blessed by God. For you I will always applaud. You are a pillar of a home. You are the bricks. You are the dome. You're even gentler than a dove. You are is the epitome of love - Christopher Britto