Flexibilis, a latin word…
an autumn leaf flies with the wind and as it falls on a running stream…
it glides shimmers in brilliance, when the ray of sunbeams bestows.
Yet, if it finds itself onto an undesirable rock,
it still struts pose canter gallop… spousing such strength and life,
like lovers who can still make love in the midst of destruction
or politics that still toast a glass of champagne after a defeat…
Maureen Shyamala Rajamoney, loves the bubbles, the crusts to turn golden brown of every life’s moment, encounters and accept them with joy! “I look at it as a “see-saw with ups and downs.” Her crown of thorns is turned to crown of garland.
A Dip.Ed, B.Ed (TESL) M.A. Phd Eng.Lang.Studies, daughter of Edwin Davies Jenson Rajamoney and Rani Rajamoney nee Victor, comes from Malaysia. Her faith in God is her key to happiness, peace of mind and heart… “I act on what I am fitted to; see that other people can benefit from it; and more so to learn from it. In time to come, one’s life may change because of that seed planted and this leads to a more satisfying life.” ups and downs.”
Poetising her concept of Life Love Peace
wind gushing through my hair
raising the balanced plank
my feet simply soothe
needs no effort
life is such!
so with love
with a partner
takes two to play
both sides rhyme
more players more players
playing on the see-saw
laugh, as i experience the wind
peace smiles.Maureen Shyamala Rajamoney
When, how, why, have you felt that feeling of ‘being self-detached’?
“I never had the feeling of ‘being self-detached’ as I appreciated my growing up days. Through thick and thin, I managed to climb the ladder. I believe that from brokenness, one is ‘purified’ and thus one should accept whatever there is on their plate. It was in my twenties that I learnt to bear the pains all by myself. With endurance, time had its healing power for all the pains I felt and this made me a strong woman. I know now that not all the time there will be pricks and thorns but there will always be calmness after a storm in due time. Time is and will always be on everybody’s side.”
“Brought up in a strict but a loving environment, my sisters and I grew up placing God first in our lives… my parents being the pillars of our strength, mental and spiritual state of my being, prayers are always my tool of conversation with God. Education is my focus… all four, i and my sisters are in the arena of education, moulding youngsters to be better citizens of the country __thus make us all the products of universities. From a girl to a young lady and now a woman, I appreciate the way and reasons our parents saw me through.”
THE TRACK (she poetises her life’s philosophy)
I choose the rough and bumpy track
As I walk and stroll along an unknown path.
Across the greens of long unprunned grass,
My heart rattles and skin crackles
Even with such careful life and routine,
I played, sang and danced.
To the music of unwanted symphony
The journey with emotions and nature’s aroma
Thoughts of boundaries and sense of queries.
Falling leaves speak volumes
Amidst blooming greeneries
Then I wonder, the reasons of dryness.
The reasons of oddness
As I watch the path
leading to more humps.
I carry on walking
There is no way for boulders
to gamble the path.
Walk and I will see
Through the faded night
Because after night, comes morning.
I will choose the rough and bumpy track
A track no one chooses.
MAUREEN SHYAMALA RAJAMONEY
THROUGH THE SHUTTERS
The tiny leaves handing from the branches,
The thin twigs waiting to fall off,
The branches waving their greens,
The thick bark holding them all.
Over to the left the clear skies,
Clouds hovering the sunlight,
Deciding on the water works,
It can take away all that is bright.
But beyond and yonder
There is a wonder.
Who made the blunder?
There is famine, war and hunger.
Here we sit looking through the shutters.
Be still and allow God.
Walk without shoes,
Pain without tears.
Play it for the lost,
With chords of love that cost.
For it is only with that seed,
Is when you can reap.
POEM No. 2
Life is but a bed of roses
Nature of its petals
Beautiful voluptuous passion.
Thorn among the roses
Prickly as it is
Part of the stalk.
People always think
Roses have thorns
Spoiling the grasp.
Thorns have roses
Crown of thorns said it.
Love can speak in roses
In many colours.
Truth needs thorns
So being sharp
POEM No. 3
Why do you look at me
As an unclothed?
Instead see me
As a dutiful warrior.
Why do you label her
As a rotten egg?
Instead see her
As times changed.
Why do you shun him
As an outcast?
Instead see him
As a different, talented player.
Why do you blast them
As hopeless people?
Instead see them
With a jewelled crown.
If I were you,
I would give her an umbrella
Let me walk in the rain.
I would clothe her, Let me be naked.
I would give him the ball
Let me play with him
I would fix that crown
Let me get dirty.
mobile number – +60164401469
MAUREEN SHYAMALA RAJAMONEY
Seremban, Negeri Sembilan, W.Malaysia
Comments by: Dr Jernail S Aanand,
Critical Analysis by: Prof. Cijo Joseph Chennelil (to follow at publication)