Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
born in tuticorin, brought up in madurai mostly but studied all over tamilnadu, parents were poor but simple and straight. was eldest of four siblings, and heavy as a capricorn, born on the darkest day of the year 21 december 1945.
studied english literature, and taught english for two years. got into ias, allotted to maharashtra cadre, and worked in government till some time ago. since... more »
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Daniel Trevelyn Joseph Poems
I have crossed sixty, attention is failing. Lights are fading, recognition decreases, I feel almost unwanted now and then.
It was Vidwans who wrote to me When I was Joint Secretary Planning Department Referring to Kahlil Gibran’s Being nonplussed on somebody
First it was at Sessa house-cum-cafe On way from Bomdila to Tezpur, I saw a grey-coloured cat: Soon it was at my feet,
I cry tears of bitter pain and sorrow: One says you write prose and claim it is verse, The other asks, is it only autobiography? And one more accuses me of just recording
Firm, shapely, level-looking Great assets of his girl-wife Making him proud of the assets, Loosening tied up movable property,
An angel on earth! Pah, where are they? They are fairy-tales or christmas carols: No evidence, not there: but only priests' Holy men's way of cheering and cheating.
Scylla and Charybdis
I am polite, listen to others, Keep quiet, and carry out instructions; I fall into one trap, ignored as ineffective.
Looked out of the window Up in the sky, the pariah kite Was hovering, standing a fitter Description: then moved sideways.
Among Wordsworth, Coleridge and Ted Hugh...
Like the river in Kubla Khan, Gushing forth, From inside it arises Beseeching to be put out
From the Swimming Pool
Bright, sunny, cool morning with no breeze Above the blue, nirmal sky, not a bit cloudy, Enclosed with buildings except on one side, For green foliage looks peeps into the pool,
My son-in-law who now has moved to Delhi, Comes to Mumbai and goes back Same day with a street dog Buying for it an AC first class ticket
Epitaph - 2008
Here lies one who bore Life’s joys and pains, Failures and successes equally or tried to; Who is grateful for his life, wife Tilaka, daughter Joti,
It is a pleasure to be in a car Where the driver has no ego, Not against the other fellow Not giving way, or brushing you past,
Like magic balls, words spring up From nowhere, bouncing From mysterious utter darkness inside; Only after climbing above inner surface,
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I have crossed sixty, attention is failing.
Lights are fading, recognition decreases,
I feel almost unwanted now and then.
Snake of thought-poetry
Moving through brain-thickets
Flickers - compares responses,
Attention and behavior - power and position
Were then reasons for people listening to me?
Not that I thought it would be different,
But it is one thing to know and another
To actually feel the let-down,
Rather suddenly: as days pass by,
Get used to it, as every donkey to its burden.
I have joined private firm
Where I am respected ...