Monday, 30 November 2015
Her Sorrow
Her sweet melodious hymn
Ringing from a heavy heart
Another pathetic tune
Woefully rang about her loss
Tears of pain pour from My eyes
The pain in tandem with hers
Her sighs echo in mine
My heart a river in flood
For is it mine or hers, love lost
Sometimes I still hear her
Moaning by the stream
Weeping her heart out
For what could not be
Deep inside I know her loss is mine
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (1988-89?)
Sunday, 29 November 2015
An Unknown Life
The warm friendly hand
embracing and encircling you
as the peaceful eternal sleep
come drifting on you
You enjoy the fine feeling
an angelic smile bedecks you
as your head slides besides
and calmness confronts you
Something so sublime, you never knew
These spectacular dazzling lights
greet you to eternal life
from millions of glowing stars
Taken on this grand tour
Where destiny merges with time
Millions of universes away
known only as dark death to mankind! !
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©Seema Jayaraman (1986 or 87)
Will You Be There Sone?
Will you be there Sone,
When desolateness & loneliness sweeps
and my shoulders bend in defeat
lift my spirits and give some solace
To bleed this bitterness and weep
Will you be there Sone,
When the world deafens in its crescendo
And there is no one to hear me speak
lend your thoughts and hear my silence
To tame this wildly beating breast
Will you be there Sone,
When over rough rock strewn paths
I twist my steps and stumble
Cushion my fall and wipe my hurts
To place run away tendrils
Will you be there Sone,
When we realize our lives is a past
Days through which we laughed and lived
Share the burden of memories
To dry my tears and hold my sighs
Will you be there Sone,
When all alone, I quake and tremble
afraid of sinister ministrations
You open arms to my haven for escape
Gently quieten my heaving heart
To a blissful slumber
- - -Seema Jayaraman (1992?)
Will you be there Sone,
When desolateness & loneliness sweeps
and my shoulders bend in defeat
lift my spirits and give some solace
To bleed this bitterness and weep
Will you be there Sone,
When the world deafens in its crescendo
And there is no one to hear me speak
lend your thoughts and hear my silence
To tame this wildly beating breast
Will you be there Sone,
When over rough rock strewn paths
I twist my steps and stumble
Cushion my fall and wipe my hurts
To place run away tendrils
Will you be there Sone,
When we realize our lives is a past
Days through which we laughed and lived
Share the burden of memories
To dry my tears and hold my sighs
Will you be there Sone,
When all alone, I quake and tremble
afraid of sinister ministrations
You open arms to my haven for escape
Gently quieten my heaving heart
To a blissful slumber
- - -Seema Jayaraman (1992?)
My Loneliness
A Stillness so vast so somber
like a Marigold shrub in
its autumn shrug
All the splendor and laughter
of the bygone years
visions of carefree gay dancing
seen through bleary cataract eyes
This is mourning for that
one glorious ride
suspended in a vacuum our time
enshrined in this moaning heart
a small capsule of your smile
The grey fog today seeks to hide
the radiance of bygone times
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (my older undated creation maybe 1990?)
Time
Time's just like a circle
Round & round it goes
With neither a beginning or an ending
Bound on bound it goes
N'er pausing for a bit of doze
Time is just a circle..
Spinning and spinning around
Making men sink down in it
With neither a beginning or an ending
tarry a break for miles
or a creak for a while
Time is just...
With glowing and blowing zones
Its got the worst part
For soothing the best parts too
Time is just a waiting
To reach the glorious shine
The celestial zone of peace
Where man can never reach
Swirling along the breach
The ultimate zone of peace
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (1983?)
Time's just like a circle
Round & round it goes
With neither a beginning or an ending
Bound on bound it goes
N'er pausing for a bit of doze
Time is just a circle..
Spinning and spinning around
Making men sink down in it
With neither a beginning or an ending
tarry a break for miles
or a creak for a while
Time is just...
With glowing and blowing zones
Its got the worst part
For soothing the best parts too
Time is just a waiting
To reach the glorious shine
The celestial zone of peace
Where man can never reach
Swirling along the breach
The ultimate zone of peace
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (1983?)
Dawn
The golden gleaming ball
Peered above the horizon
Embedded on her - like sparkling jewels
She opened her eyes and
Kissed the sleeping world
Lo and behold the morning breeze
Sweet and gay as fresh has come
Kissing all along the way
Touching all with her tender touch
Bringing along this message
Hard work leads to peace and pride
The flowers swayed in rhythm
Dancing gaily, along with the breeze
The dew drops gleamed
Like pearls just out of sea
The grass cutters chorus out in the field
Passed and announced with ease
The green boughs bowed
With green soft rustling leaves
The sparrows chirped busily
Fluttering with the gentle wind
My heart still misses a beat
On seeing the wooly clouds
When my eyes still behold
This beautiful precious sight
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (1983-84)
The golden gleaming ball
Peered above the horizon
Embedded on her - like sparkling jewels
She opened her eyes and
Kissed the sleeping world
Lo and behold the morning breeze
Sweet and gay as fresh has come
Kissing all along the way
Touching all with her tender touch
Bringing along this message
Hard work leads to peace and pride
The flowers swayed in rhythm
Dancing gaily, along with the breeze
The dew drops gleamed
Like pearls just out of sea
The grass cutters chorus out in the field
Passed and announced with ease
The green boughs bowed
With green soft rustling leaves
The sparrows chirped busily
Fluttering with the gentle wind
My heart still misses a beat
On seeing the wooly clouds
When my eyes still behold
This beautiful precious sight
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (1983-84)
A Father's Grief
As I held you in my arms, sinewy of all
The anchor, to hold you secure, eternally
Promises, A Father to his child, inscribes
Etched in their souls, spelled through the eyes
This crook, most solid and sound I sold
Forever here, the mast with you sheltered
I will stand aground, rooted, so no harm dare stray
No wind and no tide, no destiny could prise
To catch, console, when you stumble and stray,
A rough caress here,
a gruff lullaby for Baby whimpers
For you the harbor of my shoulders, I carved
To groom you in a better image,
My sail tattered I unfurled
In the rocking ceaseless tossing,
evil willfully designed
Banshee winds, towering seas,
bloodied land left behind
Through waters that had beckoned, the only route
To freedom, a passage to future bright,
Other far off avenues denied
When the ship’s shepherd, threw away the steer
Swindled again, deceived humanity, the enormity of black scape
Wheels I held - the last fight, your savior Me to deliver
With only a prayer – Daddy Be Safe, upside down I realized
I felt you slip, surrendered,
the nightmare, that never should be
All I held dear, in that dark moment,
snatched from me
Desperate souls in black night,
in darker depths drowned in treachery,
dreams asunder perished onboard, destiny n'vr agreed
We were tricked,
deceit craftily snitched, my life
My bubble, My froth, My fizz – All I ever hoped to be
That moment, eternity merged with Now and never, all denied
God welcomed his light, Earth and humanity left bereft
Yet to this wild, all undeserving zombie – Men
A reminder, to heed, to heal and apologize
Look my brother, the treacherous waters, did concede
A most delicate & tender shell, that once held a cherub inside
That which mother of all mothers could not hold
From her dark churning depths, she returned from her womb
Rocking on thundering waves, so gently a shining pearl
Ashore a wet tear swept golden shore, she gave
Now to the arms of human race I forsake
Witness my baby, my babies fragile, nary a delicate hair askew,
Nor the clothes worn or shoes, in place their angelic glow
For those with heart to weep, lesser beasts to repent
I carry the corpse of my being,
weighed down by empty shoulders
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (Sep 2015)
As I held you in my arms, sinewy of all
The anchor, to hold you secure, eternally
Promises, A Father to his child, inscribes
Etched in their souls, spelled through the eyes
This crook, most solid and sound I sold
Forever here, the mast with you sheltered
I will stand aground, rooted, so no harm dare stray
No wind and no tide, no destiny could prise
To catch, console, when you stumble and stray,
A rough caress here,
a gruff lullaby for Baby whimpers
For you the harbor of my shoulders, I carved
To groom you in a better image,
My sail tattered I unfurled
In the rocking ceaseless tossing,
evil willfully designed
Banshee winds, towering seas,
bloodied land left behind
Through waters that had beckoned, the only route
To freedom, a passage to future bright,
Other far off avenues denied
When the ship’s shepherd, threw away the steer
Swindled again, deceived humanity, the enormity of black scape
Wheels I held - the last fight, your savior Me to deliver
With only a prayer – Daddy Be Safe, upside down I realized
I felt you slip, surrendered,
the nightmare, that never should be
All I held dear, in that dark moment,
snatched from me
Desperate souls in black night,
in darker depths drowned in treachery,
dreams asunder perished onboard, destiny n'vr agreed
We were tricked,
deceit craftily snitched, my life
My bubble, My froth, My fizz – All I ever hoped to be
That moment, eternity merged with Now and never, all denied
God welcomed his light, Earth and humanity left bereft
Yet to this wild, all undeserving zombie – Men
A reminder, to heed, to heal and apologize
Look my brother, the treacherous waters, did concede
A most delicate & tender shell, that once held a cherub inside
That which mother of all mothers could not hold
From her dark churning depths, she returned from her womb
Rocking on thundering waves, so gently a shining pearl
Ashore a wet tear swept golden shore, she gave
Now to the arms of human race I forsake
Witness my baby, my babies fragile, nary a delicate hair askew,
Nor the clothes worn or shoes, in place their angelic glow
For those with heart to weep, lesser beasts to repent
I carry the corpse of my being,
weighed down by empty shoulders
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (Sep 2015)
The Ultimate Cove
Through murky waters I wade
It beckons, in a lonely haze
A silhouetted island, craigy and steep
the strange truth grips, hastens
Finally, as I kneel bedraggled
Dripping a pool of joyous tears
Facing confusions this distance
An empty chasm that separates
Oh why this awaiting stillness
Explain this pregnant silence
when just the last steps remain
Chains of time had inhibited
The explosion as glances meet
Eons of search in which we seek
A twinkle that flutters and glows
In tremulous arms we float
As I nestle against thudding heart
This rhythm, so familiar,
The ultimate crescendo, yes I know
My beloved, I've reached my ultimate cove.
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (Oct 1993)
Through murky waters I wade
It beckons, in a lonely haze
A silhouetted island, craigy and steep
the strange truth grips, hastens
Finally, as I kneel bedraggled
Dripping a pool of joyous tears
Facing confusions this distance
An empty chasm that separates
Oh why this awaiting stillness
Explain this pregnant silence
when just the last steps remain
Chains of time had inhibited
The explosion as glances meet
Eons of search in which we seek
A twinkle that flutters and glows
In tremulous arms we float
As I nestle against thudding heart
This rhythm, so familiar,
The ultimate crescendo, yes I know
My beloved, I've reached my ultimate cove.
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (Oct 1993)
A Delicate Drape
The day after you were delivered
As you lay all pink & bundled
Warm in the Cradle of my arms
Self congratulating, smug, I lay
In wonder, Watching that naughty Golden light
Flitting and brushing, the lightest touch
O'er curled strands, Oh so delicate
Brown trailing to invisible light
Tender curved, my breath, I held
lest they rearrange, disturb your tryst with angels
A small tuft, the frailest of cluster
So well draped, so finely drawn
O'er the most perfect creation, God ever made
Huge brown pools of love
Beginning to stir, tiny sparks alight
A fleeting glint, at the brim of a new life
Few more days, I watched mesmerized
The whisper of brown, more strongly etched
Now a darker brown, trailing to light
Yet stubborn they continue to hide
The early realm of our first sweet memories
A simple truth never can be denied
Nestled together, awakening in the mirror of our soul
The strength of this bond, that you are mine, you are mine.
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (April 2007)
The day after you were delivered
As you lay all pink & bundled
Warm in the Cradle of my arms
Self congratulating, smug, I lay
In wonder, Watching that naughty Golden light
Flitting and brushing, the lightest touch
O'er curled strands, Oh so delicate
Brown trailing to invisible light
Tender curved, my breath, I held
lest they rearrange, disturb your tryst with angels
A small tuft, the frailest of cluster
So well draped, so finely drawn
O'er the most perfect creation, God ever made
Huge brown pools of love
Beginning to stir, tiny sparks alight
A fleeting glint, at the brim of a new life
Few more days, I watched mesmerized
The whisper of brown, more strongly etched
Now a darker brown, trailing to light
Yet stubborn they continue to hide
The early realm of our first sweet memories
A simple truth never can be denied
Nestled together, awakening in the mirror of our soul
The strength of this bond, that you are mine, you are mine.
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (April 2007)
My Only Star
Gazing up at the inky sky
The mysteries it seeks to hide
I search for my only Star
A brilliance amidst lesser lights
Convey this knowledge, a simple truth
A beacon strives, strides and rides
Through the darkest tunnel
The call to life
Something shapeless, formless, imagined
So tangible, so visible so realized
Felling barriers, times and dimensions
Present, incarnated breath infused
Wing my thoughts, my dreams, my sighs
Yonder the abyss, the chasm of guise
Oh but only to bridge, to reach, to submerge
This song, a crescendo, convulsing me asunder.
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai
(Poem - Free Verse)
Seattle Blossoms - Poem (Free Verse)
As I spring from the community transit
Warm smiles and morning wishes echoing
A deep breath and the view unfolding,
Of winding roads and far off buildings
On a rainy and cold late winters day.
Feel my heart swell
Where sunshine plays hide and seek with wet days
I revel this morning, for Iam a girl
And I skip in the rain
There is the promise of the sun yet to come
An important meeting and a presentation.
Feel life surge, my feet springing on asphalt paths
Hiding in my hood from the gentle shower
Stepping over puddles in my high heel shoes
Walking tall, business suit and confidence for makeup
On my way to work lugging heavy laptop and notes
I pause and ponder, the miracle of cherry blossoms budding
Bravely on winter withered bare trees, a promise of pink
On a study of brown, million needles pointed skywards
Turning velvet, soaking in the rain, unfurling a live feed
The wink of an eye and my world is a million shade of pink
At my feet, these unnamed flowers threatening the rain
On long slender upturned brown limbs
With their upturned young buds ready to burst,
Chorus of cheer, yellow sunshine
The far off mountains as though in a painting
The budding trees, awakening earth and me
The promise of a magic about to begin
Layers and layers of soft light cascading, curtains
Tingling air, trailing nights cool melting
As I cross over the silently surging Brook
On my way to office, the meetings in calendar
For leading management gurus and technical teams
Complex theories on presentation boards
Wine and dine, important luncheons, strategy and budgets
To lead a million dollar projects
And yet these verses at the start of a working day
Remembering my origins in a far off land
Drawing kolams on my Grandma's verandah
Her toothless smile and me clad in a saree on my knees
Sharing the heart of this stubborn impy girl, who left your shores
Urgent war room sessions, hurriedly arranged in office lady's room
The one who called on ISD calls with rebellious tones and weepy voice
Continuing with the promise of a tomorrow and love to come
Burgeoning loss of the familiar, a new rainbow yet to appear
Laid bare, turmoil, my thoughts of you, life and nature
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As I spring from the community transit
Warm smiles and morning wishes echoing
A deep breath and the view unfolding,
Of winding roads and far off buildings
On a rainy and cold late winters day.
Feel my heart swell
Where sunshine plays hide and seek with wet days
I revel this morning, for Iam a girl
And I skip in the rain
There is the promise of the sun yet to come
An important meeting and a presentation.
Feel life surge, my feet springing on asphalt paths
Hiding in my hood from the gentle shower
Stepping over puddles in my high heel shoes
Walking tall, business suit and confidence for makeup
On my way to work lugging heavy laptop and notes
I pause and ponder, the miracle of cherry blossoms budding
Bravely on winter withered bare trees, a promise of pink
On a study of brown, million needles pointed skywards
Turning velvet, soaking in the rain, unfurling a live feed
The wink of an eye and my world is a million shade of pink
At my feet, these unnamed flowers threatening the rain
On long slender upturned brown limbs
With their upturned young buds ready to burst,
Chorus of cheer, yellow sunshine
The far off mountains as though in a painting
The budding trees, awakening earth and me
The promise of a magic about to begin
Layers and layers of soft light cascading, curtains
Tingling air, trailing nights cool melting
As I cross over the silently surging Brook
On my way to office, the meetings in calendar
For leading management gurus and technical teams
Complex theories on presentation boards
Wine and dine, important luncheons, strategy and budgets
To lead a million dollar projects
And yet these verses at the start of a working day
Remembering my origins in a far off land
Drawing kolams on my Grandma's verandah
Her toothless smile and me clad in a saree on my knees
Sharing the heart of this stubborn impy girl, who left your shores
Urgent war room sessions, hurriedly arranged in office lady's room
The one who called on ISD calls with rebellious tones and weepy voice
Continuing with the promise of a tomorrow and love to come
Burgeoning loss of the familiar, a new rainbow yet to appear
Laid bare, turmoil, my thoughts of you, life and nature
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (Sep 2004)
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