Check out my Poem!!

I had emailed this poem to Reading Hour Magazine for publication.. I didn't got a reply from the editor , so I'm posting my poem here.. The poem is about the feelings of a nerdy stressed girl as she takes a boat journey through the sea..  Read and enjoy ...

                             The FANNED OUT FANTASIES

                                                                                                      By  Jane Mary Kurian

I  boarded  the  boat,  tied  to  the  rock

With  neither  roof  above,  nor  laws  ahead

“Sigh”  I  whispered.  No  Boss  to  bluster  more

Free  ahead  all  through  my  journey  home.

The  rope  untied,  the  engine  Grred

The  boat  rivaled  the  tide  to  turn,  while

my mind rivaled to the welled up tears.

A  Second . I  was  free,  to  cross  the  breast  of  the  sea.

The  wind ,  it  took,  full  revenge  on  my  face

Splashing  my  hair  into  the  cool  air  abroad

Appraising  her  talents,  I  closed  my  eyes

Shunning  the  Day-mares  of  life  for  now.

My  boat  touched  the  mid-sea  in  the  feat-

Swirling  it  up  and  down  to  the  tune  of  the  waves

I  acquitted  my  limbs  to  trace  the  swing  of  the  boat

To  travel  as  the  Wave  Queen  into  the  abyss

I  stretched  my  feet  out  of  the  boat’s  brim

Sketching  the  way  I  stamped  on  the  waves

Alas!   the  waves  slowed  its  growling

Was she keeping her toe in the line before her queen?

Nay!  It  was  the  land  near  that  took  him  away

Aye!  I  watched  the  green  grass  way,  as  she

Corrupted  my  waves  by  a  million  lands,

Coaxing  her  to  cut  and  run at the contours of the land.

 My   eyes   dropped  at  my  waterloo

Crushed  was,  Me,  the  Queen  of  waves.

Stepped  out  of  my  chariot  as  it  anchored

To  the  heavy  rock,  where  my  tears  spilled.

With  a  heart  sinking  in  the  land,  I  pledged-

To  the  one  who  broke  my  gait,  I  said-

Back   Again,  I’ll  come  Again,  to  avenge-

The  tears  of  my  chained  culicue,  Oh! Hear,  Oh! Shore.

Hardly  did  I  know,  until  waken  by  the  hot  breeze,

That   all  of  my  fanned  out  fantasies  died  for  now

Cause,  I’m  No  Queen  just  another  nerd  on  the  highway

Enjoying  the  privilege  to  dream  till  I   tire  my soul.

Back  again  to  who-knows-when-end’s  life

Garnishing  my  flustered  feathers  of  mind, I  said-

“I’ll  come  again,  to  your  abyss,  into your lap

Just   to   elope   with   you   for   a   moment  of  another  fantasy……

Confession Time......!!

I am hardly Industrious But I definitely love to stand and admire the successes of big , smart Industries....{I meant I love to admire other peoples' successes other than striving for my successes}

Yet, I love to be an workaholic... A Workaholic, just like my mom...For that I have put my foot down and started sticking to a timetable..
So you are asking me hows it going?? 

Well, its going smoothly except for the fact that 
I'm hardly sticking to my Timetable.........
Buhahahahaaaa...:D

To my Notebook, from your lover

I can't stop reading The Notebook of Nicholas Sparks.. I love it sooo much ... I guess I'm becoming a Sparks fan now.. 

Ahh... Notebook lulls me to sleep and when I wake up I know its still there , beneath my pillow, smiling at me gently .. When the bell rings for me, reminding me to fall back into my cozy bed, I remember to read a few lines before the sleep takes me over ..When I trace your lines , I look to the faces that I saw in the movie.. Yet, for me, My Notebook holds more true and beautiful than the snapshots of the movie.. Oh my love! forgive me coz I can't get you off my mind or from my Blog...

Yours lovingly....

 whhh

Oooooo.... ..Onam ..Onam .. My Onam.....

I know, I know , I know

                                          I haven't even cared to tilt my head and look how pathetic my blog has become?.. Hardly, any posts.. I'm sorry.. I was busy..

The last week of August saw the coming of my favourite Onam.. Onam is the festival of Kerala.. I'm not going to delineate on what onam is but I should mention here that this was the Best Onam I ever had.. This was the first time I wore garlands of jasmine flowers in my hair...  Oh my god! it was so wonderful.. Though I should admit that the hairpins desperately clinging to the hair roots to keep the long, heavy garland in place is painful... Nonetheless,I looked special and felt special.. This year's  Onam saw me in a keralite culture from head to toe.. I hope Maveli would be happy..

Here are some photos that I took after getting home ..

The flower garland that I pinned in my hair...

the photo obviously don't so perfect.. But bear with me guys..
Coz this was all I could get with my one hand locked in the
Camera 

There was even more surprises to come.. I had went to my ancestral house on 28th August , the day of Onam.. When I got out of my car, I was completely taken by surprise to see a beautiful Onam Pookalam { or Flower Rangoli- which is the flower decorations made in the front of the house as part of the Onam celebrations}  in the front of the house.. I was sure that none of my cousins hadn't reached home by then. If so, Who did it?.. It was my uncle.. Mani Uncle made it.. Jesus! it was so beautiful.. I think you should see the photo.. I simply loved it....

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 We all had beautiful lunch and by evening , me and my mom said goodbye to a wonderful day...



Bye Grandpa... Bye Granny.. Bye Onam

By the way, I didn't say what made my onam special.. It was everything.. Dressing up as a beautiful Keralite Lady, a peaceful journey, an enthusiastic welcome by family, and  lively gossip ,of course..{buhahaha...:D} Mom and me missed my grandparents a lot for a few days..I don't know what made it special..  But there was something. and  I Loved that something

Just feeling Empty & thats All

Long time no see & will no see

I don't know.. Couldn't get the mood to blog when there was time and couldn't get time when there was mood.. Nothing so exciting till now, to blog. Everything is "Bland & Blanch".. Thought you could help me but sometimes, its best to rely on one's own diary.. And yes, so I turned to diary-writing for a couple of days now and it feels robust but , not yet rejuvenating..