Biography of Surya Shaji
I am 18 year old.
I started writing poems when i was 8 years old.
I compiled a collection of my 27 short poems and got published a book titled 'My Little Poems' in June 2011.
My book got unveiled by eminent Malayalam Novelist and Kerala Sahithya Academy President Perumpadavam Sreedharan in a function held at my school.
Surya Shaji's Works:
My Little Poems (2011)
Surya Shaji Poems
Mind is the strongest part, In one's life which can, Control everything of a creature without, Any faults or errors that may happen.
Children - The Gifts Of God
Children, are the precious gifts; That a person can get from God. They are considred to be;
Mother And Child
A mother's greatest treasure, Is her child and nothing else. God can make her happy, Forever, by giving this only gift.
It's great It has a value; It's te gift of god; It's called Nature
Colours Of Life
Colours they make the world, beautiful, More charming, and more attractive, It makes our eyes and our mind, joyful, It spreads beauty to our life.
The feeling that keeps us together to live; The feeling that makes our hearts to come closer; The feeling that makes us to forgive others; The feeling that keeps our hearts warm.
I'm alone in this vast world; With a heart full of sorrows, There is no one for me, to say a single word; Darkness has surrounded all over me.
The Lost Smile
In the journey of life, Which can be cut with a knife, All the things happened in the past reminds me, very fast.
A Lovely Day In My Life
I remember that day; It was a suny day; I walked alone, through, The woods, where I heard,
A Tear Drop
It's in me; It's in you; It's in everyone; I will tell you a hint
Dolls are my favourie friends; They don't move and don't say a single word But what ever I say, it will listen, To me and never say anything against me
Water is the source of survival As it is the foundation of life; That was first existed to bring, New ones with different qualities.
In A Solitary Place
I am where? I don't know It's so lonely.. here; There is no one... oher than me.
I am time, I'm precious Use me carefully; Or you may miss me.
I wrote this poem when i was 9 years old.
I have a dream
As sweet as ice-cream
I like to go to space
Challenging human races
Space is like a bouquet of flowers
But I onl like two colours
They are black and white