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Her ageless beauty often greets me along with the time. I cannot rhyme a song on her beauty, For it's just a fine line that enhances beauty. Beauty knows no bound to bounce, For its just her beauty so profound. Her beauty did not fade with the time. It's the wingless beauty that ever chime. Her beauty swims to depth of ocean, Her knowledge is deep as good as vast ocean. Her humility ever shines like golden rays of sun Her countless hair so shining bounces with the time. Her ageless beauty often greets me along with the time. Her melodious voice so captivating ever That soothes ones heart and soul And light a lamp on ones heart so bright. Her glowing face dwells in ones heart so lovingly Each lines on her face tells stories of untold time. Her tears speaks in silence of love and pain But she spells words of only love and peace Her eyes are deep as good as ocean blue Even if one sink on it cannot unfold her mysteries untold. Her Beauty is merged with the past, present and future. Well, Its all how I look upon her age and time. Every age has its beauty defined. Ageless beauty remains glowing ever, along with the time. She is a lady of mysterious character. With a friendly smile she wins the heart of others. Beauty of soul is ageless and priceless. It remains the same right from birth till death. Beauty of soul is forever young and greener. In fact beauty of soul is priceless ever. Her ageless beauty often greets me well with the time. Geetha Jayakumar ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © 2014.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Her Ageless Beauty!
Her ageless beauty often greets me along with the time. I cannot rhyme a song on her beauty, For it's just a fine line that enhances beauty. Beauty knows no bound to bounce, For its just her beauty so profound. Her beauty did not fade with the time. It's the wingless beauty that ever chime. Her beauty swims to depth of ocean, Her knowledge is deep as good as vast ocean. Her humility ever shines like golden rays of sun Her countless hair so shining bounces with the time. Her ageless beauty often greets me along with the time. Her melodious voice so captivating ever That soothes ones heart and soul And light a lamp on ones heart so bright. Her glowing face dwells in ones heart so lovingly Each lines on her face tells stories of untold time. Her tears speaks in silence of love and pain But she spells words of only love and peace Her eyes are deep as good as ocean blue Even if one sink on it cannot unfold her mysteries untold. Her Beauty is merged with the past, present and future. Well, Its all how I look upon her age and time. Every age has its beauty defined. Ageless beauty remains glowing ever, along with the time. She is a lady of mysterious character. With a friendly smile she wins the heart of others. Beauty of soul is ageless and priceless. It remains the same right from birth till death. Beauty of soul is forever young and greener. In fact beauty of soul is priceless ever. Her ageless beauty often greets me well with the time. Geetha Jayakumar ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © 2014.
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When a beautiful moon was shining in Virgo And Sun waved hands to me from Aquarius, I was born exactly mid of noon. Moon is my heart where all my emotions are stored it tends to rise up and down like our moons delight. Virgo, a maiden, traveling all alone Carrying all the storms inside her thoughts. Well sun not comfortable in Aquarius Especially in dark Saturn house. The sign it shows a *** holding the Bright rays of the sun inside. Where it shines only inside a *** without passing away the light outside. Note. Don't be serious. It’s just my calculation only. ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR © 2014 Geetha Jayakumar
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
My Astrological Calculations Just For Fun!
Holding the compass of uncertainties, Carrying the baggage of memories, The drifter is drifting along with the tides… Without boundaries or borders, Floating with the moment, The drifter is weaving timeless dreams… Playing with the shadow and light, Swinging with the hands of time, Unbound in the truth of freedom, The drifter is living in the moment… The journey of love and joy, Build in every pause life takes, Never holding back the voyage, The drifter survives in the passion… Miles and milestones left behind, The strides always ahead of the past, Moving forward in the distance, The drifter fades between the lines of present and future… Jayakumar K
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
The Drifter
Plate was full with delightful dishes Served by the lovable hands Kept in front of one who Couldn't enjoy the meal so delicious. Burp was heard somewhere nearby every eyes followed the burp Saw a hungry man eating leftovers Mouthful with teasing appetite and tears burping in his contented eyes! ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Burp!
A beautiful flower of peace shone bright Along with the morning sun rise full of light But a naughty bee came to sting the flower As jealousy crept in its eyes couldn't withstand the sight of glowing flower And a heavy wind blew away all the petals of peace. Next morning again sun rose to its peak Spreading the rays of warmth and delight The flower of Peace once again woke up On seeing the rays of powerful light. How can a flower of peace die, When every sun rays cheers it from all the sides. Flower of peace is the reflecting diamond, It will pass on the reflection of light everywhere, which it receives from the sun. Flower of peace cannot wither away, As there is always someone to water and nurture it well. Please keep on passing this flower of peace one to one Keep on passing as long as humanity sustains. Let it spread the message of peace and love. Let not the Flower Of Peace wither away! Geetha Jayakumar ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © 2014 Geetha Jayakumar
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
How Can A Flower Of Peace Die?
Beginning of Valentine week 7th Feb. one cannot forget. On each rising day from today One rose, I am sending you with all my heart With all my love in it. After collecting seven roses I will come to you To wish you a Happy Valentine Day! ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR © 2014 Geetha Jayakumar.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
Happy Rose Day!
Finally a body lay restless fighting against all the odds. Lying immobile in a bed of thorns and pains for four decades so long. Where she should have been And where did she reached today. Once she was blessed with beauty and intelligence. Blessed with a beautiful life to live upon. Could she live that beautiful life, as it should have been? Helplessly she watched, when cruelty gripped her from all the sides, which never gave even a chance to rise up, Even though a new day began. How many dreams she may have had? She fought the pain till she breathed her last. She lay motionless in a bed of shattered dreams, With a pillow of bed ridden thoughts and tears. Lying in a bed around decades of four Hardly she may be two and half decades born For years she lay crippled and helpless fully dependent on others. Indeed some blessings was there with her Thankful to the people who stood for her, who loved her, Took great care of her and travelled along with her till her end. A fateful day took away all her dreams and twisted her life so cruelly. From there her life hanged in between if and not, till she breathed her last. Tears do we shed but also feel relieved, Finally a soul was freed from all the prolonged pains and grief. Till the last moment she fought bravely against all her pains before sinking eyes to death! May Her Soul Rest In Peace! Hats off to all the nurses who went on adding Drops of priceless contribution each day as a part of their dedication to humanity. In what better they could have shown! PEACE! All rights reserved by Geetha Jayakumar. Note: (Courtesy: Google) Aruna Shanbaug an Indian nurse, then aged 24years, from Karnataka, died after living in vegetative state for more than 42 years. She worked as a nurse at the King Edward Memorial Hospital (KEM) Mumbai. At the time of attack she was engaged to a doctor at the same hospital. On night of 27th November 1973, Sohanlal Walmiki, a sweeper at the same hospital, sexually assaulted Shanbaug. He attacked her while she was changing clothes in hospital basement. He choked her with dog chain and sodomized her. She was discovered with blood splattered only at next morning. Since then she lay in a vegetative state. Nurses from KEM hospital took entire care of her till her death in the same hospital. She was born on 1st June 1948. Finally she died from pneumonia on 18th May 2015 at the age of 66.
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
Life In Comma! - A Painful Tribute To Aruna Shanbaug!
Finally a body lay restless fighting against all the odds. Lying immobile in a bed of thorns and pains for four decades so long. Where she should have been And where did she reached today. Once she was blessed with beauty and intelligence. Blessed with a beautiful life to live upon. Could she live that beautiful life, as it should have been? Helplessly she watched, when cruelty gripped her from all the sides, which never gave even a chance to rise up, Even though a new day began. How many dreams she may have had? She fought the pain till she breathed her last. She lay motionless in a bed of shattered dreams, With a pillow of bed ridden thoughts and tears. Lying in a bed around decades of four Hardly she may be two and half decades born For years she lay crippled and helpless fully dependent on others. Indeed some blessings was there with her Thankful to the people who stood for her, who loved her, Took great care of her and travelled along with her till her end. A fateful day took away all her dreams and twisted her life so cruelly. From there her life hanged in between if and not, till she breathed her last. Tears do we shed but also feel relieved, Finally a soul was freed from all the prolonged pains and grief. Till the last moment she fought bravely against all her pains before sinking eyes to death! May Her Soul Rest In Peace! Hats off to all the nurses who went on adding Drops of priceless contribution each day as a part of their dedication to humanity. In what better they could have shown! PEACE! All rights reserved by Geetha Jayakumar. Note: (Courtesy: Google) Aruna Shanbaug an Indian nurse, then aged 24years, from Karnataka, died after living in vegetative state for more than 42 years. She worked as a nurse at the King Edward Memorial Hospital (KEM) Mumbai. At the time of attack she was engaged to a doctor at the same hospital. On night of 27th November 1973, Sohanlal Walmiki, a sweeper at the same hospital, sexually assaulted Shanbaug. He attacked her while she was changing clothes in hospital basement. He choked her with dog chain and sodomized her. She was discovered with blood splattered only at next morning. Since then she lay in a vegetative state. Nurses from KEM hospital took entire care of her till her death in the same hospital. She was born on 1st June 1948. Finally she died from pneumonia on 18th May 2015 at the age of 66.
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Fantastic are your lines That touches my heart very often. So blunt and sharp are your pen Knife That can cut anything. I appreciate your words I cannot resist reading you. Each time you come up with Themes so different. Colorful are your poems Not because I fell in love with you But for your writing I really do! But my craze for reading Has captivated Linked me to your words I wait to see new poems Coming from your way. Though readers may be many As you are so bold dear Your poems are based on naked truth. I appreciate your writings Will keep on reading As and when it comes to web. I love Your writings They are perfect with sharp insight. Though you often draw a Rough sketch You paint your poems Not that attractive. But outlines you draw are sharp and blunt, That I really fell in for your writings. Please do keep sharing poems As there are many readers like me visiting your pages often Not necessary you should look For comments in your poems. But I love your poems As it teaches me a lot They are knowledgeable And powerful. Thank you dear poets! This I am dedicating to all the poets Where many poem are based on sharp truth And also for the powerful writes that attracts readers very often. ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 Geetha Jayakumar.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
Your Poems Touches My Heart!
Spring adorned desires When drizzled in rainbow colours Pearls blossomed in bewitching hour While breaths bathed in dews. Nectar dripped from the lips While I plucked a petal From the rosy memories One beautiful face rose up From the crystalline stream Just one face, grasped my memories! © 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
Spring Of Desires!
What I am searching for Is the question often I asked myself. I am Searching for peace and Some hope to move on in life. The real world left me completely shattered and depressed. My all thoughts just ended in Closing the chapters of my life. I couldn't utter my pains to anyone As there is none who can heal my wounds ever. Let all the pains die along with me. May be to run away from tears and pain I started living in the world of fictions, Where some relief I feel when I write Down from my heart. For sometime at least I feel happiness in my mind When I engage myself in reading and writing. I felt many times, I am living in a world of fictions The happiness which I cannot get in real world I started searching in stories and fictions. The life has to move on till the end without applying a forced break And without taking a wrong path. Searching for solace and seeking some happiness I landed here. I feel reading and writing will increase my level of confidence And to have a brighter view of life! Geetha Jayakumar ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © 2014 Geetha Jayakumar
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
What I am Searching For?
An apple fell from a poetic heart It fell into the lap of poetess hands. A beautiful arrow of love Flew from poet’s heart to poetess heart. Arrow of words went piercing Each other's heart. It was the beginning of love. Know not how many arrows Struck each other's heart. Finally both lay collapsed and wounded Was it a sweet love or painful one I know not. Finally a doctor was called He said root cause of this entire problem is the apple of love on which arrows were struck from both sides. Finally he took out the apple and threw it into the air. A poor apple became the scapegoat of all piercing arrows. Beware, don't ever catch together that tempting red lovely apple. ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR © 2014 Geetha Jayakumar
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
An Apple Of Love!
Your words masked with sweetness. May you hold someone closer? Your romantic verses may do wonders. May wheel all the planets in its orbits. I know you when you are cool and calm. The sweetness of breeze does no harm. I know you not, when your ego hurts. It will never leave without hitting an earthquake. Know not how many lives still your ego holds! I know you, still I know you not! Oh man As still you always remains a stranger to me Yet I am stranger to myself As I too falls under the classification of man In animal kingdom! ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
I Know You Not! Oh Man
My words are very less Yet feeling blessed As I convey my gratitude To all my loveable teachers. When ink spreads on paper Moulds one at galore There is always Something beyond The topic written On the blackboard. Childhood of innocence Looks at the bright light Beaming towards her Perceives something And weaves her Dreams with insight. As the days pass by She climbs the stairs at a time Probably call it a foundation From where she weaves Her future visions Thereby building The perfect structure of Precious womanhood! © 2018 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved!
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
Dedicated To All Loveable Teachers!
My dear friend your driving is superb Its stamped in designs in your wonderful car. But every time you put brake my heart just jumps out and pumps in back. I know not when my breath will cut off from my heart when your car flies on on each speed breaker that comes across. Your speed is superb like flying in air only the traffic can put a break to your speed. How you cut off the lanes without hitting anyone but other eyes shoot the fire in air. And their lips smell the burnt words of anger. The way you flip the gears I see stars in broad daylight. Your driving is superb leaving me punctured! I sit and pray whole time inside your car. When I reached the destination I exhaust myself from all the punctured thoughts from all boiling thoughts, From fumes, frets and relax my muscles so tensed. I just feel the need of coolant to cool my heart I just need to check the petrol that exhausted my thoughts. I just need to check if there is any hole or break in my heart. Your driving is superb you left me starry eyed staring at sky. Made me religious. You drove me though heaven. Now I learnt the difference between hell and heaven! Were you steering on wheels or stirred my heart? Well don't ask me who is the driver I will have to run my life without gear. LOL! Note. At first I choose the tile as Your Driving Is Superb. Then I felt its just like promoting the faulty driving. ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Your Steering Left Me Punctured!
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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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
The Red Tiny Bag Full Of Promises!
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
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
The Last Bench!
Time went on slipping further You too slipped away In span of time. Helplessly I watched you Both slipping With no grip on I couldn't hold on your hands. Well time was running very short My spell to tell I love you Was very long. Before I could Tell you anything I lost grip of you. I couldn't hold on your hands. Was it my love for you, Was not strong enough, Was it just one side affair, that time in my square was very shorter. I kept running inside a circle If I could break away the square I would have been in your arms my dear! Note. My Imagination. ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR © 2014 Geetha Jayakumar
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
I Couldn't Hold On Your Hands!
Crossed the river with broken heart Buckled it with the threads of time. Thoughts when flew into my breath Tears went rolling down my pen, Relieving my heart from extreme twinges. Feet got impaired as I progressed While the heartbeats in past dead wood Wanted to ponder and yonder. Shabby memories opened its eyes in slumber While seasons fell off one after another! © 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
Eyes When Opened In Slumber!
While walking through the fields Along with you on no moon night I never knew I would be traveling all alone One day on the same path again. Though I was passing Through the tunnel of darkness I didn't fear the shadow of mine While being with you. Today full moon night welcomed me With its delightful twilight What made me fear my own shadow I am not sure May be the loneliness of breeze Touched me painfully. ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR © 2014 Geetha Jayakumar
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
A Breeze Of Loneliness!
Promises lay broken like the toy broken forever Only heard in echoes were the sobs breaking in air. Promises were the seeds that were sowed on ones heart When it was the time to reap they pulled their words back. The harvest was sold and profits were booked Everything was done at the cost of ones trust. Promises are the words that flows freely anywhere They cannot be trusted though they are written deep in ones heart. It was mere a game to play with ones heart Where each breath cried on being fooled in life. While standing in front of mirror they smile back through the broken pieces One cannot forget the words that pierced the knife in ones heart! © 2016 Geetha Jayakumar All rights reserved!
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 10:03 AM UTC
Broken Promises!
Count down begins With loud music on Dance to the rhythms Beat on the drums. Music is on.... Let's hum for a while Count down begins my dear ones.... Hey! listen to the clock Beating in rhythms Tick, tock, tick, tock Four, three, two, There goes one Next and next.... Here comes Zero. It's the New year born only once called 2015... Hey listen to the clock It strikes twelve Hey, It's another day... Its my first date of the year 2015 Today, I am on date 1st Jan 2015. A new fantastic year had begin A new year born only once called 2015! Another day begins A New year begins. With life of full music on... With Passion of dreams on... With twinkles of hope rising on With loads of dream to carry on Let my heart beats to its rhythm Let us welcome New Year with melodious rhymes. For It's the first day of the New Year rising high... Pushing down the memories of past 2014 present arrives dancing gaily... Each seconds, minutes, hours and days are its future. Listen to the music of future 2015 ringing In your heart Bring all your dreams into action, for which we are already born. Wishing you all a happy new year 2015! It's my first date of the new year. Wishing you all a happy new year on your first date too! Happy new year 2015!!! ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 Geetha Jayakumar.
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
A New Year Born Only Once Called 2015!!!
Winter spills Spine it chills. Winter severe Meet with horror. Meet our rosy She is foggy. Foggy winter Made me cosy. I cant see you A big snowman Between you and me. Outside I shiver Blanket is warmer. Snowflakes falling I am pulsating. Pleasant snowfalls Snowman cheers. Winter rings the bells of Christmas Lets us greet the wonderful season of the year. Death of a year Birth of next year. Let us taste the winters flavor of New Year. Say warmth of cheers to our spills of winter! ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 Geetha Jayakumar.
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Say Warmth Of Cheers To Our Spills Of Winter!
With tears you signed on the wall Did not leave any impact on others shawl It's your tears got wasted you know For whom they were shed they don't know. Its value is priceless if you call its own for others it stand to be as good as meaningless one! Let's hoard our tears as and when we shed It's value measures the depth of ocean At the end of the day they just get dried away But leave a deep imprint on ones heart Do you know? May be the pain too went along with the tears you shed It's priceless if my eyes shed them out For others it stand to be the tears shed on barren land Which will neither quench your thirst nor keep you dry! © 2016 Geetha Jayakumar All rights reserved!
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
Tears!
Suicidal thoughts often flashed across my mind. I might have lived and died million times. I searched for the way to reach suicidal point Short cut, long cut any cut to reach. But I couldn't get one So I just postponed it for an hour. My thoughts went on traveling too far But it hanged between If, that and this. What will happen after this? So I went on postponing For days, months and years. If I announce, I will be self imprisoned With charges of penalty and some punishment maybe, For keeping such thoughts with me. It's just illegal and burnt of shame just adds another one. If I bring into action and I am dead I will be just buried down dead with few tears shed. If alive after all these stunts A severe punishment on self And I may come into the notice of many Ashamed and chopped I will Be whoever sees me! It's as good as being buried alive! For time being everything stands Postponed! Though the topic is too harsh and rough, Based on reality. Such things happens when one looses control on self. Be in a light mood while reading this poem As you may also love And I request you to postponed If such thoughts you are keeping in your mind! Postpone it for sometime! Just see you may find another way out As some minute changes in our life Can bring a lot of difference in our thoughts I know its just easy to spell be positive Just postpone it for time being for you aren't going to loose anything As the life is too valuable and precious which can never be reverted back Once dead. Just wait and watch patiently. Sure a sun will rise in your way as it did for me too! ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 Geetha Jayakumar
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
Suicidal thoughts!
Suicidal thoughts often flashed across my mind. I might have lived and died million times. I searched for the way to reach suicidal point Short cut, long cut any cut to reach. But I couldn't get one So I just postponed it for an hour. My thoughts went on traveling too far But it hanged between If, that and this. What will happen after this? So I went on postponing For days, months and years. If I announce, I will be self imprisoned With charges of penalty and some punishment maybe, For keeping such thoughts with me. It's just illegal and burnt of shame just adds another one. If I bring into action and I am dead I will be just buried down dead with few tears shed. If alive after all these stunts A severe punishment on self And I may come into the notice of many Ashamed and chopped I will Be whoever sees me! It's as good as being buried alive! For time being everything stands Postponed! Though the topic is too harsh and rough, Based on reality. Such things happens when one looses control on self. Be in a light mood while reading this poem As you may also love And I request you to postponed If such thoughts you are keeping in your mind! Postpone it for sometime! Just see you may find another way out As some minute changes in our life Can bring a lot of difference in our thoughts I know its just easy to spell be positive Just postpone it for time being for you aren't going to loose anything As the life is too valuable and precious which can never be reverted back Once dead. Just wait and watch patiently. Sure a sun will rise in your way as it did for me too! ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 Geetha Jayakumar
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Travelers of unknown time Walked several steps with rhyme Build the bridges with droplets of ink Traces of which remained lastingly in their hearts. Perhaps the morning rays flows from her thoughts Mingles with the fragrance of fresh page slots She sighed on seeing the setting rays of fall Verses knitted in twilight spilled from her heart. She gathered words that slipped from her palms With stream of petals she weaves garland When the ink leaves its imprint Feathers drizzles on someone's heart! Ink that drizzled from her pen beautified themselves Passion never dies as they enlighten the bookshelves! © 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
Ink Of Rosiness!