Biography of Geetha Jayakumar
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR. All poems are Copyrighted.
I am Geetha Jayakumar, also wrote the poems in other name Sumi Nair. My love for writing and sharing poems has brought me here. Pomes are my passion.
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Be the burning lamp in other's lives
Keep burning till your wick
Doesn't sip the last drop of oil!
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Live a life In such a way....
Nothing could fade your beautiful smile.
If death comes knocking
Embrace it with grace!
After you die.....
Tears should not be less in
You loved ones eyes!
Tears falling from your eyes
Went on flowing like stream into the sea
That sea water never reduced its level!
Do You know why?
Tears are our knowledge
Which enrich the river evergreen and flowing!
Life is the beginning
Death is not the end but in fact the beginning!
Plant new seeds,
That will sprout into new beginning!
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You Give Me.....
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You give me.....
Old, young, baby, feeble or dying Body
My Soul is so bright and powerful
I will brighten it whatever you give.
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Zindagi is tarah jiyo ki
Cherey ki muskurahaat kabhi bhi kam na ho
Agar Mauth bhi aa jaaye saamney
Mauth aaney ka gam na ho aur
Tumharey chhah ney walon kay
Aankhon mein aason kam na ho!
Aankhon say behthi aasuyein
Ek dhara ki tarah samandar mein jaa kar is kadar Miley
Ki kabhi bhi samandar ka pani kam na ho!
Zindagi shuruvaath hain toh Mauth anth bhi nahin
Naye beej Jo aapney boyae
Woh ek nayi zindagi ki shuruvaath hai!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
I will definitely read your poems as long as time permits!
Whenever I read any poem, I always gain something from it.
I believe I am learning always something new from it!
So I will tell Thanks for sharing your knowledge!
God Bless Us All!
Thank You All From My Heart!
Geetha Jayakumar Poems
A Beautiful Mask Of Smile!
Who has not crossed the bridge of, Pile of emotions keeps on flickering, Day and night like the beautiful stars, Twinkling in the sky, though not visible,
I Am Not A Poet Yet!
I am not a poet yet.... Nor I am inborn poet. Nor with any special talent driving me to be a poet. Just picked few words of dew drops
When Love Speaks!
The first showers of rain when it sprays on the earth As if the earth eagerly waiting to quench its thirst It Spread the aroma of love all around Which Knocked my heart and felt as if new love was born.
A Breeze Of Loneliness!
While walking through the fields Along with you on no moon night I never knew I would be traveling all alone
The Real Of Me!
I portrayed myself As bright and cheerful, For its my art, Of sketching me bold and beautiful.
Ripples Of Life As I Perceive! !
'Life cannot be without any ripples Ripples may not be without breeze Breeze may not be without trees Trees cannot be without soil
You Nearly Killed Me Neelu!
You entered in my life, As a soft spoken person, With fantastic poems. Slowly and slowly,
How Can A Flower Of Peace Die?
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
See you in a short while For its a call of time For I am slave of time I can never refuse its call.
A New Year Born Only Once Called 2015
Count down begins With loud music on Dance to the rhythms Beat on the drums.
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,
Life is like playing a chess. Life is moving in a slow pace. Unknowing of whats happening next. Each twists and turns comes in surprises.
This world is mean minded Its people are self centered! Just with a few strokes of brush they apply glowing touch to others portrait.
A Man With A Black Coat!
Walking down the crowded lane I just had a glimpse of man with black coat and a big hat covering his face. So mysterious he looked My curiosity aroused to see him.
Mom is beautiful when she holds her babe closed in her arms.
Mom is lovable when she nurture her child.
Child is grateful when she holds her aged mom's hand.
Years passes by but the relation of mom child is evergreen.
To mom her child is always a child.
Mom is the one who forgives you, understands you, listens to you patiently.
Mom is the one who waits for you.
Mom is just a call away from you.