Seema Jayaraman

Gold Star - 14,440 Points (24 Aug / Mumbai)

Seattle Blossoms - Poem by Seema Jayaraman

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

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about Seattle Blossoms by Seema Jayaraman

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (7/28/2016 9:40:00 PM)


    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.
    The most exciting stanza in the poem.
    Thanks for its sharing.10 for it.
    Subhas
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/21/2015 7:51:00 AM)


    Winding roads of life! Nice work. (Report) Reply

    Seema Jayaraman Seema Jayaraman (12/24/2015 3:19:00 AM)

    Thank you, happy you liked my Muse.

  • Paul Reed (11/17/2015 4:48:00 AM)


    ...as I cross over the silently surging brook. What a powerful line with so many meanings. (Report) Reply

    Seema Jayaraman Seema Jayaraman (11/17/2015 11:00:00 AM)

    Thank you Paul, am happy you enjoyed the poem. Thanks

  • Michael Walkerjohn (9/20/2015 11:58:00 PM)


    Aloha Seema...

    The far between 'drawing kolams' and 'ISD calls'... painted prayers and onto subscriber dialing... similar, yet with so much difference... as is from beginning onto end... what a web of living, career and potential future... hard to imagine that this route is not a normal one... IAM happy that you have a moment to develop into phrase these looks in words into you daily thoughts and experiences... all of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two
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    Seema Jayaraman Seema Jayaraman (9/21/2015 12:16:00 PM)

    Thanks Michael for the time spared and your review..yes its such a web we keep spinning and get caught into all the time...

  • Stephani Kievaughan (9/15/2015 3:45:00 AM)


    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 [- this was my favorite verse not to take away from any others of course. this was a delightful Wonderous testament of Your Sense of adventure and Wanderlust I Loved it all.
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  • Akhtar Jawad (9/13/2015 7:53:00 PM)


    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.
    No need of writing much, it's poetry, a beautiful poetry........................10
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  • Roop Rekha Bhaskar (9/5/2015 3:35:00 AM)


    Seema, i loved it! I saw myself in those lines, how accurately and wonderfully you have penned every detail. You made me see you, and the nature and your office too... And being far away from your home town creates such a slump sometimes. yet life goes on. Amongst the beauty of describing nature you have very simply and effectively written these lines: 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 LIKED IT..
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    Seema Jayaraman Seema Jayaraman (9/7/2015 12:13:00 PM)

    Thank you Dear Roop Rekha, I am feeling so encouraged and so high..that my silly lines are eliciting reviews and responses from people so far away..I wish I had retained my notes from decades ago both college notes as well as my work travel notes..so many lines were scribbled and then just given away..i did managed to save you few here and there..will add some more..

    Best regards
    seema

  • Kelly Kurt (9/4/2015 4:13:00 PM)


    A marvelous, beautiful and well written poem, Seema. (Report) Reply

    Seema Jayaraman Seema Jayaraman (9/4/2015 9:08:00 PM)

    Dear Kelly, thank you for your warm and encouraging words. Appreciation is a key motivation that helps the artistic to reveal more of the hidden gems. Actually these are old ones that I had written more than a decade ago during my travels in USA. Conflict of what the world materialism demanded and the heart wanted. Thank you, will upload a few more.
    Best regards
    Seema

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (9/4/2015 12:37:00 PM)


    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 revealing sentences of your childhood and the days after which formed you and the poetess and that business girl that you have become now. love to read more. pl. write and post. thank you very much. tony
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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015



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