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I am settled in Trivandrum with my family. Working as Accounts Officer.I love poems which are simple and can be cherished as " a moment's monument, and a memorial to the dead and deathless hour" .
I used to write poems from my teen age, most of which I have lost in the long run, except the one about my father's death.That poem is posted with the title" A death" in this site.
In the fast pace of life, I lost my poetic ability and at times I used to mourn the tragic death of poetry in me.
Of late, I feel I am slowly coming back to the world of poetry. I am really enthralled to see so many poets are live ... more »
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Girija KSK Poems
A Solitary Rambler………
Sleep is like an enchanting country,
where often I have no entry………..!
Enthralled with its secret treasures,... more »
പ്രണയകാലം..........
ഒരു നോക്കില്
പൂക്കാലമൊക്കെയെത്തും...
ഒരു വാക്കില്
കുളിര്മഴയാര്ത്തു പെയ്യും... more »
ഓർമ്മകൾ നഷ്ടമാവുമ്പോൾ...
സ്മൃതി തൻ
സൂര്യതേജസ്സ് മായുകിൽ
തമോഗർത്തത്തിലാഴുന്നു
കാലവും ചിന്തയും... more »
A Question....
A question lurks quite often,
With a thorn in the crux,
down deep her heart…………..!
Why had he intervened her lonely dreams... more »
A Death
He just walked away
at the dead of the night-
leaving a family to grope in the gloom!
It was least convincing to me... more »
The Secret Of Love........
The secret of love is love itself…….
as it exudes a fragrance,
however hidden it may be……..!
It gives out as a flicker of light behind the eyes;... more »
കണ്ണന്റെ തിരുമുമ്പില്....................
ആത്മ നിർവൃതി
പൊന്നുണ്ണിക്കണ്ണന്റെരൂപമെന്നുള്ളത്തിൽ,
മാതൃ വാത്സല്യത്തിന്നമൃതുചുരത്തവേ,... more »
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A Question....
A question lurks quite often,
With a thorn in the crux,
down deep her heart…………..!
Why had he intervened her lonely dreams
and reined them for a while,
If without a word of adieu,
he could leave her desolate
and aghast in the midway!
His love, he used to proclaim then,
was the thirst of the Soul
and the hunger of the heart,
without which he would perish forever!
As she was forced into the turbulent tide,
his love winged off-
into the safe orbit of his family
and to the seclusion of conventions. ………
After all these ...
Ms Girija is a romantic poet par excellence. Her poems, of course, are a little nostalgic when they speak the language of love. And that tinge of nostalgia is what makes them more beautiful.