tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46491431818728930832023-11-15T08:49:49.555-08:00PLUMED POEMSThis is a collection of my English poems, 90% written during my school days and remaining during the later years. My poems are made into a book by my school authority in my tenth standard and the collection I named it as PLUMED POEMS, which means, the poem with feathers, especially that of peacock.SUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-89679388711237473172009-07-28T05:44:00.000-07:002009-07-28T05:50:17.275-07:00A MEMORABLE DAYIt was a memorable day in my life;<br />When I was rewarded for my talent<br />In the stage, amidst my friends<br />In assembly for my poem's trend.<br /><br />I was amazed as she said of my poetic talent,<br />In the presence of our school teachers<br />I wanted to stand up, but I could not,<br />As I was allured by what was said.<br /><br />My legs tangled when everyone perceived me<br />As though among throstles, I was a bee.<br />I could not believe my own ears,<br />So, I bowed my head in a trice.<br /><br />I was happier than ever before<br />By this honour for my lore.<br />It was all but the gift of the ubiquity<br />And shall bring me bliss in my tranquility<br />My sincere thanks to the authority<br />I shall never forget her charity.<br /><br />Still the verdant memories linger in my heart<br />And it shall be there forever as an indelible dot.<br /><br />-Sumazla.SUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-55484042617758081452009-07-04T01:08:00.000-07:002009-07-04T01:14:49.781-07:00SPARROW ROOSTINGI rest on a rock watching an ant<br />Which runs about hither and thither<br />Between the shrub and my feet<br />Searching some food for it to eat.<br /><br />Why should it search all the time<br />When it is happy, content and gay<br />These are the thoughts of my mind<br />And everything seems to blink at me.<br /><br />I am very simple, soft and kind<br />I dont want to kill any creature<br />I used to swallow only the small worms<br />When I think that its fate is finished.<br /><br />I do not want to command anything<br />Because I am fragile and soft hearted;<br />But I have a lot of self confidence<br />A lot of self confidence do I have.<br /><br />I want to chirp chirp all the time<br />But the day vanishes letting me calm.<br />I very much yearn to possess that right,<br />To say that I am ready for any fight.<br /><br />-Sumazla.SUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-84514973343156968572009-06-02T20:47:00.000-07:002009-07-04T01:10:29.625-07:00WHAT LINKS THE HEARTO! Hey my thought flies somewhere,<br />...Where where can you tell me where?<br />With you dear mate let me share-<br />...Its to the place which is free of care!<br /><br />While standing in the top of my place,<br />...I met you with a castle in my heart<br />Then I lost my thoughts in your loving face,<br />...For our mutual love, that gave a start!<br /><br />I waited for you and watched for your feet,<br />...And trusted full that you're playing fair;<br />I gave you my hand with a beating heart-<br />...You pressed gently strengthening our affair!<br /><br />Dont imagine too much dear,<br />...If you want to hear, just come near!<br />To tell you the secret, for nobody I fear;<br />...Soon, you'll know the cause for my cheer.<br /><br />Though you think I am out of my way,<br />...It is love not between a lad and lass;<br />Between a soul and God, I'll say<br />...For, the later stays and the former will pass!<br /><br />-Sumazla.SUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-36507689272784679962009-05-06T09:43:00.000-07:002009-05-06T09:46:36.796-07:00DAWNIn early, lovely, brisky dawn<br />...Birds are flying out of their nests.<br />As all these looked from a hillock down,<br />...Cocks are happily nodding their crests.<br /><br />Densely packed greyish mist<br />...Is completely screening our sight<br />It is moving fainly without any rift<br />...Seeing the sun shining bright.<br /><br />The mist envelops the town like shroud<br />...And seeking another place, it does gad.<br />There is always a sun behind the cloud<br />...So stop lamenting and be very glad.<br /><br />-SumazlaSUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-51818343258884112072009-04-13T07:52:00.000-07:002009-04-13T08:01:09.764-07:00GOD'S MESSAGE TO MANKIND(This poem is the reflection of a painting, put up for a competition, for which I received First Prize)<br /><br />The voice of nature is so sweet<br />...Enlightening me with joy and bliss,<br />It sorrounds my thoughts and makes me bright<br />...And covers everything with smog and mist.<br /><br />The snow clad pillar is standing still<br />...With not a single man to adore<br />This is the time to exhibit our skill<br />...I praise its beauty, therefore.<br /><br />The mountain stretches, far and wide<br />...Welcoming me to cheer it a bit<br />Flowers are dancing side to side<br />...Depicting its own humour and wit.<br /><br />In this magnificient picture, I can see,<br />...God's message to the mankind<br />Boundless joy and endless glee<br />...In every creation, I can find.<br /><br />Nature dances on leaves as translucent dew<br />...Inspiring me and giving me good mood<br />And spreads along the free sky blue<br />...No doubt, it is a gift of God.<br /><br />The huts and houses are caressing<br />...Their occupants, with great fortitude<br />The yellow tent is impressing<br />...As it enjoys the joy of solitude.<br /><br />The wood is lively, wonderful and bright<br />...With its own beauty and splendour<br />Both natural and artificial make attracting sight<br />...Reflecting God's greatness and grandeur.<br /><br />Scarlet dots on greenish bed<br />...Wonders on the creation of God<br />And russet flowers, tossing their head<br />...Amazes one, of the greatness of Lord.<br /><br />-Sumazla.SUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-27773620600452502482009-04-09T17:58:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:03:44.768-07:00THE VOICE OF NATUREThe voice of nature is so sweet,<br />...It sails towards me along with the air<br />IT sorrounds my thoughts and makes me bright<br />...But it appears to be both foul and fair.<br /><br />It plays its parts from morn to night<br />...On the decorated stage of my dream land<br />Creeps as, sun and moon, giving us light<br />...And appears in the desert as the levelled sand.<br /><br />Enlightening me with joy and bliss<br />...It tunes up tp an endless song.<br />It covers everything with smog and mist<br />...And being a sea shore, it extends so long.<br /><br />It stretches on the hills, clad with the snow,<br />...And winks at me being a star<br />It ruminates on the rivers that flow<br />...The wonderful nature knows no bar.<br /><br />-SumazlaSUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-26511968129138133282009-03-24T23:34:00.000-07:002009-03-24T23:38:58.929-07:00REAL JOYI counted my days with fear and tear<br />And filled with the sorrow that I couldn't bear.<br /><br />My tears covered my eyes and mind<br />Yet no satisfaction of any kind.<br /><br />Happiness, I wanted to acquire or borrow<br />So, I tried to connect my joy and sorrow.<br /><br />With the unbreakable dreamful strings<br />But I burdened my heart with unwanted things.<br /><br />I got everything food and dress<br />And made sincere prayers to bless.<br /><br />Some valuable seeds, I asked God to sow.<br />Joy, it would give as fruits I know.<br /><br />I cleared away all the weeds,<br />And with bliss, I nourished the seeds.<br /><br />The fruits were tastier than ever before<br />So, I ate them more and more.<br /><br />Now the tears did lessen my burden<br />For they, are not tears, but showers on my garden.<br /><br />-Sumazla.SUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-27906463219473008802009-03-15T09:09:00.000-07:002009-03-15T09:17:50.925-07:00OASISA traveller in the bleaky, desert land,<br />...Searched for something to refresh him<br />He made his weary way, on the sand<br />...And went upto an oasis brim.<br /><br />He was quelled at that time alone<br />...And filling himself with ephemeral gay<br />And turned his face for a resting stone<br />...But his thirst compelled him another pay.<br /><br />Surprisingly, was sent the torrestial rain<br />...By which though, fully drenched<br />Felt as if he was relieved of his pain<br />...That his monstrous thirst was quenched.<br /><br />Only God can satisfy our needs<br />...And not the oasis, nor its content<br />His immeasurable grace rewards for our deeds<br />...Even by sending the rain, in the desert.<br /><br />So the traveller travelling on this earth<br />...Should search for the eternal peace,<br />And seek for comfort after his death<br />...While he blends with the mighty seas.<br /><br />Of people who were already assembled<br />...Shedding their human vanity<br />For a relief from the miseries, deep tangled<br />...And eternally pining for tranquility.<br /><br />The resting stone is above the rain's origin<br />...And the oasis is its soothing comfort<br />It should be understood that is beyond the horizon<br />...To go there, this world we have to part.<br /><br />-Sumazla.SUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-65183797193606047282009-03-13T05:50:00.000-07:002009-03-13T05:52:26.753-07:00SOOTHING FRAGRANCELet me tell you what happened<br />On a serene, sleepy night,<br />When the moon to solitude retired<br />And when the moon looked bright.<br /><br />All the creatures yearned to go<br />To the comforting haven<br />Every man and woman, But lo!<br />Except the one who was craven.<br /><br />Yes! A strange hand took them there<br />To the soothing fragrance.<br />Hark! He said 'tis better than here<br />It all appeared a mystic trance.<br /><br />Take us! Take us! O, stranger<br />To the haven under the hill<br />Tell me, were though a messenger?<br />Speak! why thy voice was still.<br /><br />Though I very much longed to hear<br />He disappeared, amidst the smoke.<br />'I'll see you at the end of the year.<br />'Is the only thing, what he spoke.<br /><br />As they passed, I numbered my days<br />That he would take me, to the heaven.<br />I wanted to see his graceful face<br />For I am, no more a spineless craven.SUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-14524054310440318572009-03-08T22:00:00.000-07:002009-03-08T22:05:08.605-07:00RAINBOWS COME, BUT ONCEWhen I was ignorant about the world,<br />When I was not shrewd, but bold,<br />And when I wanted to enjoy all the pleasure,<br />And when I did foolish things without measure,<br />The world said I was madly in love.<br /><br />When I thought that I was never wrong,<br />When I used to sing a fairy's song,<br />And when we travelled together,<br />Irrespective of hot or cold weather,<br />People said that we were hand and glove.<br /><br />What ever he said entranced me,<br />What ever he saw I did see,<br />All his thoughts coincided with mine,<br />Because he loved me the reason is plain.<br />Seeing me everyone did gleam.<br /><br />Let them speak anything they like,<br />Thought I, though they spoke like spike.<br />He was more than enough for me,<br />He alone and not anybody.<br />Life seemed all but a dream.<br /><br />He reached my place in a single pace,<br />And starred at me face to face.<br />When he took my hand and lulled me asleep,<br />I felt that his love was very deep.<br />And swam in the dreamful sea.<br /><br />When I was in my ecstatic sleep,<br />He gave me precious kisses to keep.<br />The trouble that troubled him, troubled me.<br />Though we sailed together in endless glee,<br />I didn't expect he would desert me.<br /><br />Monday might not follow Sunday,<br />But we never stopped our play.<br />When I lost all my lore,<br />He quietly moved towards the door,<br />Still people thought he was my fiance!<br /><br />I woke up and found that he went away,<br />And started searching for him, by this bay,<br />Here was where I met you my reader,<br />To tell you the story of my dear 'leader'<br />Learn - "Rainbows come, but only once."<br /><br />-SumazlaSUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-40976804682673297712009-03-05T06:15:00.000-08:002009-03-05T06:22:45.207-08:00A STERLING GYPSY STARO! my little thing, a little big star<br />....I want to come there and caress you,<br />If the determination is firm, what can be the bar?<br />....Soon I shall be swimming in the vast sky blue.<br /><br />You are here one day, and there another,<br />....No stable life like wordly joy.<br />Even then, I need not bother<br />....For you are charming like a tiny toy.<br /><br />I shall come to thee though you are far,<br />....To have a close look at your enchanting face<br />Your keen devotees, you know, we are-<br />So we need not worry even for the sorrowful days.<br /><br />Nothing can stop my progress upwards<br />....As I know well to rule over me<br />What though, if I slip downwards<br />....I will not fail to see thee.<br /><br />I am advancing up, up and above<br />....To reach you, my dear gypsy star.<br />Can anybody count my love?<br />....I shall come to thee, though you are far.<br /><br />Don't hide your face, behind the cloudy sky<br />....And be afraid of the bright noon sun.<br />I shall protect you all the way by<br />....And shoot your enemies with my gun.<br /><br />-SumazlaSUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-91241932171065748662009-03-03T06:04:00.000-08:002009-03-03T06:12:46.968-08:00REMAINS OF LIFEWhat are the remains of this wordly life?<br />Except the thoughts about child and wife,<br />If there is not another single soul<br />To think about our sugar bowl-<br />Filled with sweet thoughts and remembrance,<br />Then what is worth of worldly appearance?<br /><br />Nothing we had when we were born,<br />Nothing we take when others mourn<br />On our departure from this sandy earth<br />Which may sometime stand beneath<br />The hundred thoughts and hundred worries<br />Of modern man as he buries.<br /><br />Tombs of dead may not be looked at<br />For people forget him, and remember his hat.<br />This is the present world that we should understand<br />Remains of life, also buried along with him in sand.<br /><br />But some memories will never die,<br />Beneath every heart, it doth lie;<br />Past may be filled with fears,<br />Or it may be filled with tears.<br />Old and gold far off things<br />Brings happiness to the offsprings<br /><br />Sufferings may be lot<br />And cheerful days may be short.<br />But some memories will never die,<br />Beneath every heart, it doth lie.<br />We do get childish pleasure,<br />When we bring those thoughts back,<br />................................................in our leisure.<br /><br />-Sumazla.SUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-69326502559309100322009-02-19T06:03:00.000-08:002009-02-19T06:17:34.458-08:00POEM ABOUT MEMY CHARACTER<br />I am not afraid of anybody-<br />Whom so ever or what so ever may it be.<br /><br />MY DESIRES<br />If one or two I can count,<br />But it rises upto a mount.<br /><br />MY WAY<br />Our thoughts lead to deeds, its what I say<br />As I am the monarch of all I survey.<br /><br />MY ATTITUDE<br />I cannot be quiet and calm<br />Even under the threat of a bomb.<br /><br />MY SPEECH<br />I some times blabber and stammer,<br />Inspite of my wish for it to be clear.<br /><br />MY DISPOSITION<br />My wings shall be broken before I start to fly,<br />As life is what we make it, I will not cry.<br /><br />MY SORROW<br />I am not a mad to be sad,<br />My sorrow is that I am always glad.<br /><br />MY TEACHER<br />She is good, if I am good,<br />Unless when I spoil her mood.<br /><br />MY PARENTS<br />They give me what I want or lack,<br />I dont know how to pay them back.<br /><br />MY FRIENDS<br />As they wish, they come and go<br />And do help me in my woe.<br /><br />MY FAVOURITE<br />I do not know how to describe it<br />For, I do love its every bit.<br /><br />MY LIFE<br />It may be too short, or too lengthy<br />God! to live through it, let me be healthy.<br /><br />MY ENJOYMENT<br />I find enjoyment in enjoying life<br />Unless when it will be cut by KNIFE.<br /><br />MY DEATH<br />I am not afraid to go to God<br />But ashamed to be barehanded before Lord.<br /><br />MY DEPARTURE<br />I shall depart with content and smile,<br />Let my name be in every man's file.<br /><br />MY SOUL<br />When I turn out to be nothing<br />No more will my soul cling.<br /><br />MY ACCOMPANIST<br />When I think of it my heart to bleeds,<br />For all that accompanies, is only my deeds.<br /><br />MY KINGDOM<br />I shall be rewarded according to my wisdom<br />And shall be provided with my own kingdom.<br /><br />MY GOD<br />No words to speak and no claims to ask<br />As he is with me from dawn to dusk.<br /><br />I AM NONE<br />Then there will be no more 'MY'<br />For I dont know whether I can even smile and cry.<br /><p>-SUMAZLA</p>SUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649143181872893083.post-82744183384729732492009-02-15T10:33:00.000-08:002009-02-15T10:36:25.602-08:00MY DREAMA hand shook my shoulder with love;<br />It is kind and is soft as a dove.<br /><br />I turned my face and smiled,<br />My happiness could not be filed.<br /><br />I wanted to have a look at him,<br />I couldn't see clearly as it was dim.<br /><br />He had two wings on his back,<br />He had better knowledge which I lack.<br /><br />Taking me in his arms,<br />He did cross many a farms.<br /><br />He embraced me by my hip,<br />And flew and flew without a slip.<br /><br />I cannot tell you what happened then,<br />For he flew over a dark den.<br /><br />He passed a valley and a stream,<br />But everything was only a dream.<br /><br />When I woke up the next day,<br />I shared this news with gay.<br /><br />Everybody mocked me,<br />Telling that he was my 'would be'<br /><br />I could not consider him as an angel alone,<br />My cries for him changed my voice and tone.<br /><br />Though only for a while, he played his part,<br />That thought in my heart stands apart.<br /><br />-SumazlaSUMAZLA/சுமஜ்லாhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10416524153221162278noreply@blogger.com5