Her husband presented her
a very long blue saree
Since she has been using it for ages
it has many white patches
hither and thither...

When he roared in anger
striking her with a (f)lash
She'd use her grey saree
and weep bitterly...

Her s(u)on would often come and go
He'd give her a reddish orange saree
in which she looks dazzling...

Her daughter'd visit her in the night
with thousands of her grand children
At the time she'd wear a black saree
She'd narrate them many stories
they'd listen curiously with winkle...

Be like a kite in your life
Be in someone’s control
But fly high happily
As if you are out of control.


Be like a star in your life
Shine brightly
Make your talents to twinkle
But ever never forget
You are a small star in a wide sky.


Be like a balloon in your life
Fill it with good values
Tie it tightly
But never let it to burst.


Be like a butterfly in your life
Let your thoughts fly high
Let your head held high
But others should be in awe of
Not be in loathing of.



- Shyamala

I have everything expect fulfilment
I am alone with everyone
I am happy with all the unhappy situations
I am an optimist in being a pessimist
I am very lucky to have all the unlucky things
I am the best in all the worst things
I continuously succeed in getting failure
I am working hard without recognition
I am comforting myself to get into trouble
I am thinking without sense
I am planning something and doing some other thing
I am expecting all the unexpected things
I stay positive in all the negative things
I am beautiful with my ugly face
I am happy with all my problems
I love myself with so much of hatredness
The utmost paradox is
I am living while I am dying inside.

I have
an appoinment
with disappoinment.

People say that
it's because
of expectations.

But I know that
it's because of
the people I believed
the people I loved.

The blame is to me
to believe them and
to love them.

Like and Love
four letter words
would make a drastic change
would make a drastic change

Like everybody happily
Don't love anybody seriously
Like attracts many people
Love depends on one person

Like doesn't hold possessiveness
Love makes you possessive
Like gives you delight
Love makes you regret

I like Rose
I can also like Jasmine,Lavender,etc
But If I love Rose
I have to like and love only ROSE

Like 'love' as a noun
not as a verb
Like your father,mother,sister,friends,spouse
give love to them
But, don't love them

Like and Love
four letter words
would make a drastic change
in another four letter word called LIFE.

A loving mother
A rich father
A cute sister and
'caring' friends;

A good life
you would say;

But I know
I am insecured
feeling heavily insecured

Do you know its all
because of
loving mother
rich father
cute sister and
so called 'caring' friends.

I love the way
you are going to love me.

I like the way
you are going to smile on me.

I dream the life
that we are going to live

And I am eagerly
waiting for my Prince Charm.

My love on you is rejected
'cause you are a cheat

My love on you is rejected
'cause you are just an attention seeker

My love on you is rejected
'cause you are partial

My love on me is rejected
'cause my three lovable hearts
hurt me heavily in someother way
through love

Because of those rejections
Now I am in dejection

'Life is nothing
but an empty dream"
We can fill the emptiness with love.
Life isn't simple
till you start to love.
'You get in life if you have the courage to ask for'
You get in life if you have the love for others
love the love and
love the life to live.

I am...I am only

They are showering love on me
They are leaving me suddenly

They are talking to me
They are busy as no time to talk to me

They make me feel so special
They make me feel unwanted

I try to stay away from them
They try to get closer

When I try to get closer
I am an unwanted one

They are coming
They are doing
They are going

But I am ...I am only

One year
my whole life is changed

Didn't expect this would change
Didn't expect this would hurt much
Didn't expect this would give pain
Didn't expect this would show all fake faces
Didn't expect this would make me hate the one I loved
Didn't expect I would hate the people I loved so much
Didn't expect I would be happy without them
Didn't expect people would be like this
Didn't expect the fake love from the one I loved truly
Didn't expect this would change me
Didn't expect this would make strong
Didn't expect this would be like this
Didn't expect this would change

I have undergone so many inner struggles
And one year is over.

I thought of studying gives me a kind of satisfaction
I thought of learning reduces lack of innocence
I thought of education gives me an elegant life
I thought of teaching improves my talents
I thought of reading gives me rapturous thinking
I thought of job gives me joyful life
I thought of money makes everyone merry
After crossing all these
Now, I am thinking nothing gives more solace than death.

Money
Money makes our life honey
Nope


Excess of money
gives fear
to safeguard it


Lack of money
gives us insecurity
towards future


At any cost
Money won't give any happiness.

What makes me a poetess?
-
-
-
-
-
My lovable ones
Nay...
-
-
-
-
-
My friends
Nay
-
-
-
-
-
THE PAIN
THEY GAVE....

The present is not a past
and it is not a future
The present is the present
the present is the moment
and the present is now

Thinking about the past
makes us feel worry
Thinking about the future
makes us feel anxious
But thinking about the present
makes us feel happy,happier and the happiest

Learn from the past
but not think about the past
plan for the future
but don't predict or expect for the future

Be in the present
Live in the present
Enjoy the present and
That is the present of GOD

My love
can be named
as game
trick
strategy
but
never mind
and nothing hurts
for a dead one
I am already dead
when I came to know the truth
I am cheated by others
befooled by others...
Never mind
Stay cool....

What is friendship?
Who are all friends?
How can we make friends?
How can others make us their friends?
Is it a permanant one?
Will it be a long lasting one?

Right now I am nobody's friend

Because I break my friendship
with a few people
as they are playing with my emotions

My friendship is broken by ex-friends
As I am close with so called 'few people'.

The beams of moonlight
roll down a silver carpet
in the sandy bank.
The soft singing gentle
lapping waves glitter
with its milky jewels

Became the moon's messenger
carrying its silver pamphlets
to the silvery shaded tree.
The milk white pamphlet
with silvery words carrying
message to the Sun to rise late

The moon became the silent audience
enjoying the love birds
perched on the silver tree.

A teacher they say she is
But more like an angel she is
Every elegant move she takes
Makes the diamond shake,

A true flower her heart,
cannot be shown on a chart,
Graceful as a swan she walks
like a melody her voice she talks

Like an elder sister she is
In a puzzle piece she doesn't fit
because a unique piece she is
A very elaborate one she is.

My diary has
all my secrets
even my best friend
doesn't know them.

My diary reflects me
It has all my
emotions and feelings
which no one observed yet.

My diary was torn once
pages were burnt too
memories were destroyed also
but not from the heart.

My diary was given a new life now
started fresh
with sweet memories
and only sweet memories.

They will come
They will go
They will love
They will hate
They will stay
They will avoid
BUT WE HAVE TO LIVE
BECAUSE IT'S OUR LIFE.

It was a beautiful butterfly.
It has yet to see the one,
who will not admire its beauty,
but deep in its heart it had a desire.
It was longing to fly
Nobody knew its wish
Alas! Even the butterfly itself
was not aware
it was a painted one
in a frame
hanging on the wall.

If a painting had a wish,
Was it the fault of the painting?
Was it the fault of its Creator?

My life was an imagery
with so many similies...
The scenario it created
made it a romedy...

My life was an irony
with so many illusions...
Wrong motifs were understood
It became a tragedy....

My life is an oxymoron
with so many paradox...
Care for nothing
but everything disturbs...

My life is a tragic-comedy
with so many dramas...
no foreshadowing
but the flashback hurts....

Learn something
do something
either it is useful
or useless...
doesn't matter...
never allow yourself
to think about
the past...

A grand hotel,it was
With all around cheerful face
Before the master chef's entry
Entered the grief into the kitchen.
The sensible saucepan was sobbing
Upon seeing that,
her younger brother, the adamant
Frying pan was also feeling heavy.
The three supportive sisters
bowl,teapot and jug
Were shedding tears
looking at their family's despair.
The little ones spoons and forks were wailing aloud,their cousin knife
Who was strong and sharp,
Couldn't control his tears.
There came the friendly neighbours
Apron and the gloves
To wipe their tears
And trying their best to console them.
The head of the family
Old pressure cooker was with them.
Watching its family's lamentation
Continuing for ages.
The whole cooking family
Was crying their heart out
Thinking of their situation
in all these years.
The delicious food made in them,  were only to entertain the taste buds
of rich guys not to satiate
the hunger of poor children.

I gave my heart
you took it...
You pinched it hard to death
and gave it back...
Now,
Tell me...
What can I do with the dead heart?

I want that
only and only
world's best
healing power
DEATH

Thinking
Thinking
and thinking....
Good for nothing
but
THINKING...

No one will care for you
as much as you will...

No body will worry about you
as much as you will...

No one will think about you
as much as you can...

When the tiny eyes saw me
twinkle in my eyes

When the small lips smile at me
magic in my heart

When the tiny feet kicked me
rare radiance and unfathomable delight

When the little fingers touched me
I felt heaven..........

It's better to be a fool
than to be a cheater....

MY PAIN IS MY OWN PAIN
'cause I won't reveal my pain to others
I shared everything with my dear ones
and
the so called PAIN
was given by
the so called DEAR ONES....
Paining inside
smiling outside
That's the trick...

Why should your pain be shown to others?
Why should your hurts be known by others?
Why should your tears be wipped by others?
Don't you have hands?
Are you not strong?
Are you dead?

If you have tears
then you've your hands also to wipe it
Don't believe anyone
except your hands...

I am being alright
and normal
not because
I've forgotten
I'm able to overcome
or I'm changed
It's because
I'm overwhelmed with my pain
and wanted to conceal it...

What I want?
True love
Life long friendship
Good relationships
Great care
Clear thoughts
Peaceful nights
Cozy sleep

What I get?
Passè love
Fair weather friends
Fake relationships
Anger and ambivalence
Confused thoughts
Disturbed nights
Fitful sleep

Greatest battles are with
closest people...
always....

Lifelong I had been waiting
for the MAGIC to happen in my life

I thought it fulfilled
by your presence in my life

Later I realised
it's not magic
it's a dark ditch

MAGIC is not with others
It's with in ourselves
We have to search for it...

Now also I am not able to hate you
                  I am not able to scold you
                  I am not able to curse you
                  I am not able to love you
                  I am not able to forgive you
and
Now also I am not able to FORGET you

I am happy
I am happy to the core
for others
not for me
Why should I show my long face?
Will anything change?
Whatever happened is happened
Nothing can change it
No one will deny
then why should I be sad?
But I am sad
I am sad to the core
'cause only I know the pain....

It was a beautiful butterfly.
It has yet to see the one,
who will not admire its beauty,
but deep in its heart it had a desire.
It was longing to fly
Nobody knew its wish
Alas! Even the butterfly itself
was not aware
it was a painted one
in a frame
hanging on the wall.


Was it the fault of the butterfly? or
Was it the fault of the creator?

I am greedy
I am too greedy
I am very greedy
I am grabby
My desire is excessive

I didn't ask for wealth
I didn't ask for good health
I didn't ask for a life full of happiness
Instead
I asked for true ...lifelong friend and friendship

How greedy am I?
What an excessive desire?
I am punished for that

I got pain
I got hurt
I got disappoinments
I got bitterness towards life
I got all these in disguise of friends....

Once there was a girl
her eyes were like a pearl
so innocent she was
so painful her story was

She had a Python as a pet
True love with she met
Her eyes would be always wet
The Python made her life fit

Python and the girl loved each other
Others she didn't even bother
They were always together
All happiness she would gather

Her happiness subsided
when the Python starved
Almost all she did
Her worries started

She cried a lot
The Python made a not
She was caught
The Python's love was naught

Its plan was to eat her
which she was not aware
Losing its love was her nightmare
It's starving to eat and digest her

Her tears taught her a lesson
People gave comfort like a cushion
But to cheat only was their mission
She was relieved from her confusion

People  who are close to you
Are not your real friends
We need to cut their realtionship
Before they mix venom in our life

மறக்கப்போவதில்லை
உன் தவறை...
மறந்துபோகவில்லை
உன் ஞாபகம்....
மரித்துப்போவதில்லை
உன் முகம்...
மறைக்கப்போவதில்லை
என் ஆசைகளை...
மரணிக்கும் தருவாயிலாவது
மனம் விட்டு பேச விரும்புகிறேன்
நான் உன்னிடமும்...
நீ என்னிடமும்....

Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
................
Nobody can answer my questions.