Biography of Shalini Samuel
Shalini Samuel hails from Kanyakumari.
She has been writing poems from her school days. Her poetic pursuits took a pause during her college years. Writing journey of Shalini Samuel started again as a blogger and slowly crept into Muse India. Holding the branches firmly she ventured into poetry. Her poems got published in International journal Tajmahal review and she also contributed to Inklinks anthology. She is currently editing e-magazine Fragrance and more of her poems will be published in journals in near future. Contemporarily she is venturing into fiction and essays too. She has written few poems in her mother tongue Tamil. Her passions include photography, gardening and cooking. She loves to take challenges and learn from it. She is eager to learn and cherish all nook and corner of writing.
Shalini Samuel's Works:
Singing Soul, The Painted Life
Upcoming Books: Nychthemeron, Drizzle: Drops of Poetry, Lovebeats, God and me.
Shalini Samuel Poems
A Fishy Day At Bay
Blue wave, white foam, washing the long shore with its tender soothing hands, brushing away my fading memories, polishing men's rock heart, at bay -akin to the pebbles, the bubbly kids search to store
You Are Not Alone
The glass window opens every morning She gazes across suns golden rays; Trying to solve the mystical mystery, She joins her hands for a humble prayer
She cries, invisible tears flowing from her heart goes unanswered She hates him, a man rubbing and flirting – using a child’s innocence The man with a hell lot of girlfriends, an avarice beast in disguise Why does this rogue come into her life, what was her sin?
I am just trying to write again. I am trying to fill the blank pages of life With love, happiness and hope
Dear grey sky, Carrying your tears For long…
Out Of Fetters
Seeing the world after lonely days- Walking on the earth anew Like a new born child Just waking up from slumber
You Are Not Alone
The glass window opens every morning
She gazes across suns golden rays;
Trying to solve the mystical mystery,
She joins her hands for a humble prayer
Her trembling pink fingers handle the bow
Gracefully and excellently, the violin smiles
Splendid music fills the room, evading loneliness
Bored of this humdrum, the little sparrow hushed
Jumping on her tender lap, he chirped cheerfully