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

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© 2014 Geetha Jayakumar

Be careful of this sweet charming guy
He will captivate you with ever sweet loving words
Make you feel very good about him
As he wears a descent look
Don't ever go for his age
As he is quite young at heart
And the very next moment he will pluck your nose.
Well can't help it.
It's his trend
As none dares to question him.
Be careful of sweet words from any sweet charming guy.

Geetha Jayakumar

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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!

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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!

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© 2014 Geetha Jayakumar.

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!

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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

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!!!

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Geetha Jayakumar.

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!

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Geetha Jayakumar.

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.

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© 2014 Geetha Jayakumar

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!

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Geetha Jayakumar

One lovely bud bloomed into a beautiful flower today
In the valley of flowers
Very timid and shy
Lovely and glowing too
Quite different from others,
Different in shape and in color,
No pricking thorns had she ever.
Though she was quite different from others,
With no fragrance,
Was she blessed with.
This was the only thing she lacked in,
She couldn't add beauty to flower vase
With dignity, which was decorated
With many bright and colorful flowers,
Kept in drawing room!

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© 2014 GEETHA JAYAKUMAR

I am saddened by the life I lived
what I gained I know not
One day with tears I may bid bye to life.

I fetched nothing after so many years of living.
Empty handed I came
Will I be leaving empty handed?

I am saddened by the life I lived
my hands are bare
my heart is empty
my thoughts are dry
with few drops of tears.
Well that's all in my life!

What's my earning I know not.
Was my life a blessing I know not!

At some point of time when I just turned back
I could feel these words ringing in my heart!

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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!

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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.

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!

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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!

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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!

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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!

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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!

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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!

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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!

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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!

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Dewy days lit by darkness
Died away in flames of sunset.

Clouded heart sailed across the wreck.
Tears ruptured adorned the deck.

Shimmering rays of certitude
Vanished in broad chested casket.

Tranquilized moonlit night
After stormy breeze sighed.

Path deluge in memories of conceit
Still the heart emanated from muddled plight.

Vineyard stealthily took away a few golden rays
Grapes stood blushing on the vine of mays.

Canopy of vine fabricated life
In a crystalline glass brighten up the path!

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The blanket embellished with typical artwork.  
Winter nor summer the snippet could hold.
Melancholic memories trail its framework.
Its restricted dimension not developed to unfold.

108 beads of rosary I gained in legacy.
While chanting your name I went on twirling the beads.
What escalated my heart, were the waves of agony
The beads broke down and fell into 108 seeds.  

I do not want the blanket or beads in heritage,
The spark that you left on such abandoned ruins
Which is now pulling the anecdote from wreckage
Just before my eyes memories were stewing.

What to talk on gains that do not rhyme?
Though mortals attains salvation in course of time!

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Time that stride where panorama abides
Viewed by different eyes yet the same things coincide.
Flawless tears praised the virtues of rain.
Clouds of thunderbolt shook the tree of pellets.
Summers steam had the whiff of hot spells.
Winter interlaced the dribbles into snow blanket.
Ripened days cropped up with distasteful appetite.
Spring just sprang up waking all desires.
Everything hangs in where vitality lay nested.
Picturesque ambience fills the bouquet in one frame
Yet eyes still searching for something and beyond.

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Night unveiled the quantum mysteries.
All the conspiracy plaited in the series.
He knew there was no other way round,
Injected the bullets with safest sound.
Blood was shed from the arm length.
Words of love spoken and shed by night.

The time has never woken up the life that lost.
Does the time give options enough to defend?
Is it today, you, tomorrow may be I?
After all, we wear the clothes of the same fabric.

Mother weaves dreams for her only son,
Was his fate meant to end somewhere else?
Lost him forever who was in his youth's..
Was it by fault or just for being triggered?
Which anchored the moving mob from fear.

Perhaps the same drops holds the lives of many,
Yet life was meant to move forward if any.
Ample of stories to be pumped from the chest.
Who all gets the chance to wear the armor of trust?

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Deepest words embraced her heart.
Coldest dews tickled her eyes.
Bathed in fresh morning fragrance.
Sunrays blessed her for a day.

Evening seemed to be bit bitter.
For night seemed to be bit longer.
Night may vanish slowly but firmly.
“Is there another day to rise?”, she whispered

Maybe all the prayers she requires.
Perhaps the brightest soul
May have to depart just once.
Leaving all the flavors of life.
Leaving all the memories of life.
Let the tides settle her life further.
Unsure of boat may reach ashore!

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When pain shrieked into droplets of tears
Hardly I knew ever it will sublime in air
Vapors of dead past gone dried
When will I come out of past and
Climb the ladder of present.
Am I going to soak and rinse in bubbles of past?
I know not where I am going right now for sure!

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All rights reserved.

Poverty sunken stars failed to twinkle in the eyes.
About to dip from the sky and fall in the ocean wide.
After diving deep into the garbage,
Pearls he couldn’t bargain,
To feed his ever hungry pouch,
All he got was the half rotten cake,
Which he had closed in his fists.
Perhaps he took a bite and spared it for the next day.
Now its remnants were taken over by the ants.
Perhaps he had grabbed it from the ant’s mouth.

His flesh had shrunk to the bones.
The blood stopped oozing from the fissures.
Often he was found loitering near the garbage,
Waiting to pounce on the leftovers.
Was he an orphan, least not by the birth,
While somewhere his brain wires,
Were incompatible with each other.

He slept in the bed of granules,
Viewing the canopy of twinkling stars,
Yet he failed to lit his own life.
Today he shut his eyes off from the world.
Now the tiny ants strolling in and out his ears.
The flies were relishing his cold parched blood.
While crows gathered around the garbage
Thereby conducting the autopsy of an opened flesh.

Today is the ant’s celebration day.
Enjoying the big feast along with rats and insects.
Seeds of poverty were sown since long,
Today also it thrives in our soil.
Will it ever be swept from our lives?

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