Sumathi Mohan
A writer by passion...

Sumathi Mohan's Writings

Poem Apr.21.2013 One day... In the caverns of the mind, where thoughts originate; some dark alley where ill will breed, let it behold the spectrum of life. And wonder at its origin; be amazed, become speechless, at horizons vast. Misty Mountains, unfathomable Oceans at your shore I get to know I am in you as you are in me. Like a pebble I would roll, disintegrate; break down to a... Continue Reading »	Poem Apr.03.2013 Moonlight Dinner Published by: speaking tree Say God, Let us have a conversation,on an evening out, a date, different from dates.I do not see you, as portrayed in pictures,on peculiar prehistoric mode of transportation.I write to you from the depths of emotionand wait for a reply from a walking postman.When the telephone rings, I run to it, hopingagainst Hope, wishing madly it could be you.Moonlight dinner... Continue Reading »
Poem Mar.24.2013 Term End It was an unexpectedly disturbing day yesterday; the hangover continues! Tested me for half a day, it then slipped into a sarcastic, weary, lonely night. A beam of light, through the curtains caught my sight. Hope dawned; probably, brighter than previous day. But in solitude it lay, sulking, brooding nestled in a bay. As a reminder of a volcanic eruption... Continue Reading »	Poem Mar.13.2013 Emerald Pond In the butterfly land... When was it that I last visited; the butterfly land?Emerald pond, silvery fishes near crony cranes, a winding road of ants carried a corpse to their queen.Three crows cried in unison, "Bury ! Don’t eat the mean!Then rose a host of butterflies, all around,warmly welcoming, a stranger to the ceremony.A whiff of breeze carried them all... Continue Reading »
Poem Aug.10.2012 Token of love Published by: speaking tree A token of love Hey Buddy, thanks for the ice cream,I was busy telling HIM, sometimes I scream!But when I was a little kid I had often staredat his screen, asked, why I never dream? Why he let others enjoy the Green,While I watered, when feathers they preen.But today when you shared that I creamAfter long, I enjoyed the Cream in the Green ! One day tears of joy... Continue Reading »	Aug.05.2012 Darn ! the word . Published by: Speaking Tree Every picture is a symbol, life is full of sounds, a word, a part of a sentence; then a prarah and so on. Every sentence of varied kinds, in basics all learn, Question, answer, exclaim and wishes of a moron! At Two does one begin to learn a word to a picture a sound to a word, actions full of rhythm and rhyme. Learns by heart all the words, stores them in... Continue Reading »
Poem Aug.05.2012 To know myself Published by: speaking tree Why do I need a metaphor for life, In comparison to self, personality makers, compartmentalised, categorised, partitioned, secluded as truth unrealized. Why is it that what ever I learned of life keeps changing as I keep un learning things, new realisations in the process of evolution. move on. I am bound in time, or have I bound the... Continue Reading »	Poem Aug.05.2012 The - thought less Published by: Speaking tree Diving in the ocean, climbing a mountain, flying past the horizon, sitting in the zones, counting the stars, are easier than penning down thoughts. measure unfathomed depths, planting a flag the weather of the polars, vastness in space are all stable, permanent Except one's fleeting thoughts. Om Sai. ~Sumathi~ 2 July 2012 7.28 am. Continue Reading »
Article Aug.05.2012 Thought - an Entity Published by: Speaking Tree I am thought as an entity, alive , thriving, growing , knowing, becoming a new entity within the mind. Dissect me, softly, subtly and know how I lay joined within you. Right from when you counted the stars and wondered at the waning and waxing of the moon; I have been with you. When you chased butterflies and caught dragon flies, when you thought of freedom... Continue Reading »	Poem Aug.04.2012 A clarion call Published by: Speaking tree Wake up ! O' Man, wake up !Are thou still sleeping?Poverty has taken over,thou are still pondering !Walk in the streets of nowhere,Inhale stale air, close your eyes,thou will not see thy own litter.If truth pinches; feel the pain.How big is your greed to hoardwill it suffice generations after?How hollow is your spirituality ?Thou has not stetpped out to... Continue Reading »