Sumathi Mohan
A writer by passion...

Sumathi Mohan's Writings

Short Story Mar.22.2009 Rani' sGhost RANI An eerie silence enveloped the forlorn Amrai village like a thick blanket. The month of October brought along with it a cold breeze, that chilled the spine, an owl hooted from the near by age old Tamarind tree thus disturbing the silence. Lucknow city in Uttar Pradesh, India was 25 kms away from Amrai. The only mode of transportation being a Khad -... Continue Reading »	Poem Mar.20.2009 Poet's Dilemma Writing poems sometimes I feel is a waste of time, Makes me feel silly, and at times fine. At any rate, not a penny’s worth, satisfaction, a million births. yet poets aren’t the ones who weigh, pros and cons. They flow with the current, may stop at their own points. People watch them with awe On banks of greener lands,... Continue Reading »
Poem Mar.10.2009 A corpse of a woman When I first saw her….. Oh! She lay nude! On the hilly rocks, Where hyenas feed and jackals roam. She knew no game of name or fame. Her body lay crooked, legs pulled apart, a tree stood in between to hide her shame. Her lovely feet eaten by hounds, and shapely arms stretched along. her black long hair partly hidden behind a flowing sari screen. A ... Continue Reading »	Poem Mar.10.2009 Everyday Like a dawn I wake, Like a flower I attire, Like a bird I chirp and fly and sing through the day. Like a mare I stare, Like a brain I drain, Like a hare I snore, through the midday. Like a rose I wither, Like a leaf I drop, Like in Rome I am home, at the end of each day. Like a night I sleep, Like a dream I may seem, Like a river I gurgle and flow, Thus I live... Continue Reading »
Poem Mar.09.2009 SUBTLE LOVE Love isn’t saying a thousand times in a day, I love you. Love isn’t a bouquet of roses or spicy words on a greeting card. Love isn’t a kiss under a casurina tree on a moonlit night. Love isn’t expensive gifts wrapped in bright sheets. Love is being there for a loved one in times of need. Love is a kind word, a gentle touch, an embrace when least expected. Love... Continue Reading »	Poem Mar.07.2009 Time you make me ponder TIME YOU MAKE ME PONDER O’ Time, You are forever cherished, you ‘re the one who nourished, Under your Sun I flourished, And so I remain unblemished. My smiles you enriched, My fears you diminished, My hurts you healed, And truth you revealed. Your revelation did render The splendor, made me wonder. It makes me see yonder, thus Upon life and death I ponder. I... Continue Reading »
Poem Mar.07.2009 LOVE AND LIFE Love is love and life is life, Love a fantasy and life a reality The former soars and latter stays The first releases and the second clutches So love is love and life is life. When in love one is blind, and in life wide awake. Fantasy inspires, transforms and bloom. Reality realizes, analyses, brings gloom, Hence love is love and life is life. Love imagines and... Continue Reading »	Article Mar.01.2009 A LOST SMILE Published by: school magazine When one ponders deep, of life in general, life moves on at an individual scale; one can aptly say. A nuclear family has still again fragmented itself into a single nucleus, and that is the self. Look around and we find everyone fighting one’s own battle for existence.We have stopped looking out and have closed our eyes to our surroundings; secluded self from... Continue Reading »