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Geetha Jayakumar Feb 2017
Live the life in a beautiful way
Only one precious life we are gifted with.
Cure the wound before its too deep.
Let’s take control of our wings before its withered
To walk along the bridges we build.
Never stop building further and further
As the years grow fonder and deeper.

Take a deep dive into it,
Drink it till not your thirst is quenched.
Breathe it, mingle with its peaceful fragrance.
Sing and dance along when it thunders and rains
Shed the tears like flood and
Free it from all the clouds of pain mounted.
Let it be like the Earth washed with heavenly rains
To feel the coolness of breath from within.

Burn it, mould it, cool it, anchor it.
Till not it glows from within.
Till not it emancipate light from within!

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.
Geetha Jayakumar Dec 2016
A year fell off from the tree evergreen
Like the autumn leaves flew off from the seasonal beauty serene.

The leaves flew back to the shades of tree
To accomplish its unfulfilled desires gathered in sands of time.

**** not the desire,
**** not the hope,
As long your soul lightens your life.

You have a fruit laden tree to hang on.
While your roots have soil deep to struck on!

Happy New Year 2017!
Geetha Jayakumar Dec 2016
It's a day of joy
It's a day of blessings
Where the stars twinkles
Especially on Christmas wintery night.

Joy lay scattered along with the gifts.
While Christmas tree stood glowing
with tinsels and lights.

A touch of love was icing on the cake
Especially flavored for the special occasion
Let each one gets their share of love.

Hold the glass of wine and say
Cheers to the chills of winter.
With beautiful message Santa-Clause arrive
To greet you all on Christmas wintery night!

Birthday of Jesus Christ celebrated world wide over.
It's a day to be remembered year after year!

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas!
Geetha Jayakumar Dec 2016
Jazzy somber bend to blend
Somewhere beyond horizon
Undulating words wandering
Like nomads turning towards
Stirring path.
Voice was though rough and coarse
Seemed to be bewitching.
While music was too aloud like
Thundering.

Be calm and cool down for a while
Listen softly to the hymn of life
Cords may not break apart.
Loved ones will surely applaud.

Do not fall into the phantom of darkness,
Where there is no path of moving forward.
Keep singing till soul does not depart.
Keep singing even if the voice is good or not!

©2016 All rights reserved by GEETHA JAYAKUMAR.
Geetha Jayakumar Dec 2016
Today though everything at phone call away
But the hackers are few steps away.
Whom to rely whom to not
Even if the call is just for confirmation or not.
How to rely on the calls I know not.
Written documents are the best.
I think postal services or couriers are the best.

I cannot narrate any hackers story
Chances are there they may hack my story.
I have kept everything tight lipped.
Forgive me my dear friend;
if I don't treat you well online
I know not which all phones got hacked
As someone may be calling from your voice or not.

A day will come where even dust may be hacked.
Be careful to dust out the mites that stays in your rack!
Geetha Jayakumar Aug 2016
While sitting on the last bench
I never knew these verses of mine
Will ever rise from my thoughts anytime.
In those days to get the rank was my biggest dream.
Many dreams didn't bloomed into flower in later years.
Many words didn't touched the light
Even much before its petals withered away in the soil.
These lines when I recite I remembered my school days
When I checked rank list mine was the last one I do remember.
It stayed in my heart like silenced sobs
Like black clouds which didn't rained those pains.
Today these verses shine in rainbow colors
Let thousands of colorful butterflies fly away from these verses!

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar
All Rights Reserved
Geetha Jayakumar Aug 2016
With the grease stained coverall
He came home from work
A little bit earlier he came over.
His three cute children
Welcomed him with warm kisses
they too stained theirs cheeks with oil and grease.
The red tiny bag they looked in for surprises.
As there are always some snacks waiting for them.
Savouring sip of hot tea from his beloved hand as usual
He sank on his armchair to take a nap.
Nothing went unusual except he looked extremely tired.

Hour later his wife tried to wake him up
He didn't responded to her any calls
She screamed in horror when she saw him lying breathless.
On hearing her screams children too surrounded him as well
They couldn't understand what was really going on
Very late they realized their dad is forever gone
They don't have any shoulders to hang on in their life
Since then no more surprises ever came in their life.

The red tiny bag hung on the wall
Once full of surprises
Future dreams of promises
Now breeze cradling it gently
Still the sobs of memories whispering silently!

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar
All rights reserved!
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