A Love Poem.

It was just you and me,

A loneliness that was unsurpassed.

I saw your eyes looking away,

To a future in a world tortuous.


Can I share it?For love is but a mission,

When fullfilled, it has no space,

For anyone but for reality.

Dreams awake to a wet morning,

To own a soul that was turbulant.


So I go away from here,

To an unknown journy,

Without any reservation,

And no stops in between.

Jayamala.

At Rest.

The journey is done and I rest now,

I must get ready after this rest,

For another journey, destination unknown.

There is no perturbance nor anticipation,

For I know this journey will be done.

After that there is more rest and no journey at all.

I await you now sweet journey final.


Jayamala.

A Movie Review.

I had some time this morning and since I thought I will relax, I chose to watch a movie in the channel 'Kairali', a Malayalam channel.The movie was titiled' Sunil-aged 20'.It was about a youth who is addicted and how he does two crimes,one that of phoning a married woman entreating favours and then kidnapping her child.Directed by Bharathan who is a famous director in Malayalam cinema, this movie about one or two decades back was taken well.

I liked it for its content and the actors Rahman and Urvasi looking great and playing the woman have done well.Somehow Rahman fitted the part of the youth.It was his mother's neglect of him in his youth that pushes him to addiction and later just a crime done for fun.It made me think of the importance of parenting.Also the need to be a comapnion and confident of the children is to be recognized by the parent.In this age of communication perhaps talking and knowing one's children is a necessity.

As a next step the teacher also need to be one knowledgeable in matters relating to adolence and must give time to the youngsters.But the age seems to be an age for hurrying up.So the errors.

Jayamala.

The Restless Wind.

The Restless Wind.
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The sound and the fury was outside,

The restless wind was howling by,

It was pouring, the world in deluge,

But the wind was in anger.


It howled as it saw weak trees,

And it felled and recked houses ,

As it howled by,in fury.


I was speechless as my thoughts were,

Furious as the wind, and my weakness,

Felt as temptations and greed and anger,

Did fell me too like the howling wind.

A Frozen Beauty.

Being in a hot country, I love the snow.I came across this picture in a forward.Nature looks still and glazed when it is covered by snow.When it is hot,nature looks alive with green branches and sometimes brown branches shedding yellowing leaves.My backyard has four eucaliptus trees and it has started shedding leaves and it is making me work daily cleaning the yard.But I love the smell it emnates when being swished about.So I am not angry at all having this extra work as bonus for those trees.

My previous house had trees in front on the sides of the street.There too though beautiful, it always was extra work.But they too looked beautiful as it laid during flowering time in April and October yellow blossoms, that will look as though the street is laid with carpet.Again a bonus to the eyes though work to the hands when clearing the front side of the compound wall.

Life is like that.It comes with its misries but a bonus is there in those miseries.You look at the beautiful side and then take the misery.Perhaps I must say, the bonus was in the beauty and not in the aftermath of the beauty.

Jayamala.