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Geetha Jayakumar Nov 2017
I came upon news edition
Wherein everything mundane,
Except the name,
Followers were distinct.
Formed by team explicit
To echo their inner voice.

Does it reach as many ?
For I am not sure
Yet they existed around us
Where the news thrives in
While engaging readers in
Colorful issues.
Seeds dispersed in an air
Some turned into paddies
While some into weeds.

Journey began from a trail of thoughts
Uploaded on a paper.
Here words were shaped by sawing
While rivals weigh its intensity.

What’s that special ?
Made me think over and again
Success thrives in
Where you plant as many creepers
Roots goes in deeper
While the sun shines on the bearer!

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.
Geetha Jayakumar Sep 2017
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!

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.
Geetha Jayakumar Aug 2017
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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Geetha Jayakumar May 2017
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
Desires
Geetha Jayakumar Apr 2017
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!

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.
Geetha Jayakumar Mar 2017
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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Geetha Jayakumar Mar 2017
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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