Biography of Girija KSK
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 in this site and some are kind enough to read and comment my poems, new comer though I am.So a feeling of welcome enwraps me here. Thanks to all loving hearts........
Girija KSK Poems
A Solitary Rambler………
Sleep is like an enchanting country, where often I have no entry………..! Enthralled with its secret treasures,
ഒരു നോക്കില് പൂക്കാലമൊക്കെയെത്തും... ഒരു വാക്കില് കുളിര്മഴയാര്ത്തു പെയ്യും
ഓര്മ്മകള്ക്കപ്പുറമേതോ മൃതഭൂമില് ഓരോര്മ്മത്തെറ്റുപോല് നില്ക്കയാണെന്നമ്മ... ഓര്മ്മകള് മിന്നാമിനുങ്ങു വെളിച്ചമായ് ഒരു തരി വെട്ടം പകരുന്ന വേളയില്
A question lurks quite often, With a thorn in the crux, down deep her heart…………..! Why had he intervened her lonely dreams
He just walked away at the dead of the night- leaving a family to grope in the gloom! It was least convincing to me
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;
ആത്മ നിർവൃതി പൊന്നുണ്ണിക്കണ്ണന്റെരൂപമെന്നുള്ളത്തിൽ, മാതൃ വാത്സല്യത്തിന്നമൃതുചുരത്തവേ,
When Pain Gnaws.......
Pain is like a vulture, which preys on you with its claws dug deep, and beaks delve sharp!
This is for those, who cherish a spark of sorrow concealed in their hearts, (oft forgotten, as the dire truth of 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
Being a girl of seventeen!
I felt a sense of betrayal and the resultant bitterness
As if he had plotted for a secret journey
leaving me behind, as usual!