Shalini Samuel was born in Kanyakumari, southern tip of India. After completing her schooling from St.Teresa’s MHSS, Kanyakumari, she graduated in Information Technology and took her Master’s in Computer Science from Noorul Islam College of Engineering, Kanyakumari.
She has been writing poems from her school days. Her poetic pursuits took a pause during her college years.Writing journey of Shalini Samuel started again as a blogger and slowly crept into Muse India. Holding the branches firmly she ventured into poetry. Her poems got published in International journal Tajmahal review and she also contributed to Inklinks anthology. She is currently editing e-magazine Fragrance and more of her poems will be published in journals in near future. Contemporarily she is venturing into fiction and essays too. She has written few poems in her mother tongue Tamil. Her passions include photography, gardening and cooking. She loves to take challenges and learn from it. She is eager to learn and cherish all nook and corner of writing.
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I was once that broken glass vase
Scattered all over the universe
Colored, opaque and at times transparent
An angel gathered me
Dropped me in a dark chamber
Hoping I would be safe there
I grew into a ball of life
Slowly transformed into a fetus
And then entered the earth
My mother fed me food and knowledge
With dads’ protection, brothers’ love
And sisters’ guidance, I evolve
With aunts’ and uncles’ care
I stay safe in my grannies’ lap
A day came, friends walked in With loads of love, great support, and motivation they conquer my life adding more colors Love, wedding, children, nephew, and niece Grandchildren, grandnieces, and grand nephew My family grew.
And again one day, this beautiful vase I am making
may break, shatter into million pieces
yet remain as a gem in the hearts of millions of people.
Down the hills on the river that flows, a poem lies there, and whatever That soul of mine reminds me of the lost wanderer of my thoughts, of the grand memories of my time with the night-wind, the trees and their lonely presence; where the sun would rise to the sky now and then. For the wise said the soul of men will never fall asleep. And I believe it even now that they fly to the skies often To meet the Divine and the dearie’s, And more than the dense forests the secrets they hold may be greater; And they feed on food from the Heavens. In my own heart and all my day awake I see you, as a man born in a fantasy world Where stones flew; the spirits in a never ending smile In trees and seas you live, and white clouds.. There the master of many floats.
Your thoughts, cometh through the clouds into the street and beyond, and I read it as it sets sail and with a belief that it will never be wrong. So addictive, the shapes thee maketh for me, But at weird hours I hear the strange sound of thy hands, Keep the pace, shall say that little spirit of mine for the fire keeps glowing And I keep believing.
I will not be lessened amidst the tall and glittering worldly things. And you all see in me the dying days, the youthful yesterday – the reverse. She was a menace, you say- When I walked the thorns, I entered a light, a lovely place to fly and rejoice.
The unperturbed oceanic darkness hides a million secrets Smugglers shipwreck and a pot of collyrium, a warmonger’s lance The bones of sailors and sea animals, pirates and prisoners alike I count them one, two, three and infinity Did they reach the road to Trinity Or do they keep wandering over the waves, I ponder I reckon. The colorful corals and the algae, what do they say and the oldest and wisest turtle, twirling its head in wonder. With no reply, I dive deeper and deeper into the dark unguided world Unfathomable findings evolve every time the churning stick turns A dead civilization lives there with its gloomy statues and pottery The fish that swims by silently pays homage to the oldest memories Alas I discover a clandestine cave on the slippery rock with a clay pot Unfurling the ties, out comes a stone that would never rot – A rare expensive diamond from the distant eastern realm
It’s just a virtual examination of the oceanic bed, isn’t it? just akin to the soul search in a meditation session, I proclaim. With virtual treasures, I move on for a real worldly exploration Not wanting to go back to the dead and the rotten, With the unearthed treasure bag, I pace to the present The stored secrets in my DNA or my blood or my soul May they not hinder the tomorrows of my life The fears, the sadness, the pride, the sins, and the ghetto The trail of my past, I shake off leaving no imprints In a new world, with an open mind, with fresh air, I open my eyes With hope, with love, with confidence, with a smile – I traverse adversary thoughts. As the day sets, no more the effervescent dawn awakens enriched with blessings.
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