So many colours,

Did they all go for a multiple hair colouring?

The firmly stood Trees, elegant and posing their beauty.

Watching the depth of sense in a Poem,

Reading the splendor of Nature around me,

The shades heavily laden with reality

Gliding through the parchment

Flipping through the pages of my favorite book

Some of the Purest forms of Love

Widening my eyes at the very sight

The sun flowers on the side walk   
and the mushrooms

Tightly gathered with their families

Starting the day at the glimpse of hope said

That soap bubble that stayed long at my shower

The scarlet shed petals, the yellow Maple leaves,

The bowed ribbon on a gift from loved one,

Grounded, yet floating.  

The favorite mistakes, old emails,

Washes the dust of vanity from our daily chores

Every smile, every difficulty, every loyal task done,

One moment of admiration, one moment of inspiration,

Adds that colour to the day.

Ending my day with the ‘Good Night Dear’

From the creepy moon light

Have I already attained the purpose?

- Sudha Mary Devaraj 

Somebody asked me

What is the purpose of your life?

Got an answer? A thought, found none.

I simply said, ‘To Live’


_ Sudha Mary Devaraj 

என் பாரதி சொன்னார் போல்

என் பாரதி சொன்னார் போல்,
எந்நொடியும் உறுதிகொண்ட உள்ளம்,
புரிதலில் ஊறிய பண்பட்ட பேச்சு,
அறமரிந்து தெளிந்த சிந்தனை,
வேண்டிய பொருளும் உயரிய கனவும்,
உண்மை நின்றிட,
வேண்டுபவை சீரென கொண்டேனெனில்,
இவை அனைத்தும் ஏகினேன்,
கருவிழி ஈரம் கொள்ள வேண்டினேன்.
கொண்டதோ இப்பிரப்பெனில்
பிரபிர்க்கெல்லாம் அடித்தலாமாய்
மண் பயனுற,
இவை அனைத்தும் அமைதல் வேண்டுமென
கூவி கூவி வேண்டிடுவேன்.



- சுதா மேரி 

Two Honey Bees in Prairie

Two Honey Bees in Prairie, ‘Lee’ and ‘Tee’

Buzzed around so breezy.

‘Lee’ had long lovely wings, and ‘Tee’ with bright yellow strips

Stop and stare, it’s sweets everywhere!

‘Dear Muffin’, said Lee,

‘Would you Cuff in!’ showing his belly.

‘No No!’ said Tee,

‘We are Bees and need no muffin!’

‘Lee, we were born this morning to sway

From Pupa to adult we stay’,

‘Yes Tee, eyes saw you next to me, and

Queen Bee a little far away,

No moment to stop and say ‘Mommy’

Had to start for the day and search for Honey,

But I feel so different do you feel the same?

Not like those around the Beehive, thriving for ordain.

‘Hello Wood Violet’, said Lee

Do you have some Honey?

‘Oh poor me, said Viola, ‘my pollen -

They were stolen. ‘

Lee & Tee had a tiny heart

Easy to crack and break with a clot.

They had no clue how to boo,

When they see the Queen Bee ask for the dew.

‘Here is a grape, in a beautiful landscape,

We can feast on the fruit it smells so sweet.’

‘No, we are Bees, cant escape,

Stay and learn to sting and burn.’

‘We stung a passant but still alive!

We did nothing much yet got tire!’

‘But I feel so different do you feel the same?

Not like those around the hive, thriving for ordain day and night.’

‘Lee’ & ‘Tee’ Sang together, ‘Hello Cherry, you are pretty, so we swirl around,

We promise to prey you not until you fall to the ground,

We like that you smell as honey,

And we are more than a Bee,

We are special; we feed on honey and anything close.

We are powerful we don’t die after a sting, God has made us special so’

Pretty Cherry whispered to her friend, ‘they seem so nice,

Lets not reveal they are Fruit Flies’

- Sudha Mary Devaraj

18 April 2013

This is how she feels when she wont be let alone!

This is a small part of a change seeking yet institution bound, not so different person’s story. And this is how she feels when she won’t be let alone.

She was the sweetest southern girl turned tight-hearted young woman. Her days were not lonely but full of God’s love. Her interests have changed over the years and she no more finds a meaning in ritualistic existence. Her beliefs have rebelled over her knowledge, and her meaning of life has taken new forms. She believed everyday that it’s God’s grace that lead her ways.

She knows its in her hands to make good or bad, to do right or wrong, to trust or distrust, to hurt or love, to keep or let go, to seek or hide, but all this muddled when she reached the point where right and wrong kiss good bye, trust or distrust leads to failure, to keep or let go all is vain.

She thinks she only has responsibilities to keep those few around her happy but wonder how sometimes this chore may throw on her the ashes of scariest moments to make her feel dense like she has to run the whole world. That suffocating moment she feels life can only give either of these, a stone that stumbles you down or a mountain that stops you from moving forward ever. This is the fight not between herself and others but between purpose and vanity. And it takes the hardest ways to learn breaking the stone into pieces if only she could turn harder than the stone, or climb over the mountain to cross the situation if only she could decide that she’ll never get a chance to come back.

‘Amen’ she said as she closed the bible, stood up from her knees, turned the lights down and slide down on her bed. But, the prayer continued. Sleep was a gift and she had always enjoyed it like now. Relishing all the goodies in life, she feels she is lucky enough to close her eyelids in peace for a journey into oneself, to check on all the unsaid feelings within. Like being in deep of something where you know its only you and in meditation you unite with the soul of the world. And that solo connection with the soul of the origin of all beings can be a moment of Life.

The sun dawned and at those first balmy rays hitting at her face, she opened her eyes and see a new morning that always brings with it the power for every girl to stand as tall as her looming difficulties and say, ‘I’ll make it’, for the struggle started since she was a sperm finding an egg to become whole and she knew life wouldn’t be any tougher.

- Sudha Mary Devaraj

  14 April 2013

Silence is Bliss

I stayed still, still I do

For Days, Months and Years, don’t find a clue.

I look at the deep blue sky,

Turn quite and Die.

The wait was worth it,

For I realize there is nothing to find.

I am a gift unto myself

And there is lot more around.

Like those old couples - bluebirds,

Sit quite next to each other and need no words.

Gloomy army paddle in my head,

Loosing the veins I fall on a rose bed.

I close my eyes and stretch free my body,

I float light and let loose my hands,

Its time to let go all the tight thoughts

Those shut in the closet of mind

Silence is the doorway to the ‘beyond’

And it lets me in to the ‘nothingness’

There I saw someone just as me

Who wrote all this before me.

Silence has a sound, louder than words,

So eloquent it penetrates deeper than swords,

When I snug my ‘self’ in the deepest of creativity,

Silence takes over, no more a cover.

For silence is peace, it is holy and faithful.

I am not weak, know I could be meek.

Silence looks kind, silent not forever

Make a sound check now and then

Yes, I am still, still I do.

- Sudha Mary Devaraj 

Spring rain brought with it, One Sac full of Joy

Spring rain brought with it,

One Sac full of Joy

That Quiet silky April evening,  

Signs revealed, its time to drop a rain, 

Shaped up well, round and transy, they all sent from above,

Speeding up their way into the atmosphere, so we could see

Sliding down the roofs, leafs, dripping down the tree leg, and lonely post boxes,

Down they reach, break into droplets and run along the streets.

There I am, quick flee, loosing myself into the green,

Up and Up and Up!

The Clouds could devour me,

Thunders Hammering,

The Squirrels Yammering,

Floating like a leaf, 

I see the trees shower, no Fee.

Remember the days I dint know truth from lie,

No one remain, did they all go down hill?

Only to cuss, let none care,

Thoughts burdened,

Heavy I turned, get

Down and Down and Down!

The Pour down,

Drench me whole, Yet

I see am dry,

There is rain everywhere,

No drop on me,

Run and Run and Run,

Splashes and Sloshes

Stop, I see a gift,

Scared and lonely down on the roads,

The ‘Sac full of Joy’ needed refuge

It crept indoors into my Heart.

Through the hole it made,

The blues escape

Those were like air trapped in a jar,

Now I’m light again.

- Sudha Mary Devaraj