Gazing at her with twinkle in his eye, A smile that slipped between his round soft lips His heart filled with love, bliss and joy
Author: Umayal Subramaniam
Umayal Subramaniam is an early childhood educator
who looks to inspire people to give back to society in ways that matter.
No Historian, No Glory
Umayal Thiagarajan shares the poem ‘No Historian, No Glory’ for #PoetryPrompt 5 at #TaleathlonS3. Submission for the challenge is open till 11:59pm today
Of Sleepy Towns and Ghost Villages
Umayal S shares the poem ‘Of Sleepy Towns and Ghost Villages’ for #PoetryPrompt 3 at #TaleathlonS3. Submission for the challenge is open till 11:59pm today
Uniquely Me
Unique is my name, hard to spell Uncommon, it means “epitome of calmness” Just like the water, I am cool and tranquil Sprinkling smiles and
Sprightly Stealthy Tiger
Umayal S shares her poem ‘Sprightly Stealthy Tiger’ for #TaleathlonS3 Poetry Prompt 2. Read it here. Submissions close at 11:59pm tonight. #writingprompt #writingcommunity #writingchallenge #penmancyevents #penmancyanniversary
She Is Just a Woman
She is just a woman Feeble and powerless Enervated, shackled Breaks apart so often A voice that just gets killed She is just a woman
The Naani Diaries
The story is lovely, thrilling with the right amount of romance, friendship and love. In the end someone gets their dream wedding and everyone is happy. The book is full of friendly banters, witty exchanges in mail and messages and a big heart of a beautiful grandmother.
An Enigmatic Puzzle
I do not speak with words doesn’t mean I cannot think I use my pen and ink To express, a voice app and some pec
Rukmini – Krishna’s Wife
This book is a must read for all the women who seek inspiration, for she is confident, charismatic, empowered, extraordinary, indomitable, fascinating, independent, patient, intelligent without giving up culture, tradition and values of righteousness. The book is a blend of the history with a contemporary narrative that portrays the ancient Indian women not as a meek lamb but as fierce tigress. All Sai Swaroopa Iyer’s books make us proud to be an Indian woman with a beautiful cultural backing behind us and help us take up multiple roles in the family and society without feeling guilty.
The Wife of the Prince Who Stole Away at Midnight
The wood logs in the embers crackled and dulled, signalling that the blaze was dying out. The crisp mountain air made Yashodhara wrap the blanket
Sita’s Sister
The book fills the reader with the sense of healing and knowledge that someone millennia’s back suffered fate similar to us. The ordinary retelling of the epic without the heroic deeds and highlighting the unsung heroines of the epic is the work of a mastermind. I loved the book and always keep coming back to it, as Urmila has the faith and trust of all around her and the fulfilment the book gives to the heart is incredible.
The Magic of Nature
Magic is poetic, spellbound The enchantment highlighting the sparkles The fairy dust sprinkling, a sweet sight to behold Lacing miracles all around Around the twinkling
A Vacation, A Tragedy
A pretty walk along the beach With her family was all she wanted A huge wave, she was out of reach The rules in her
Parenthood and Mothering
I look at your cherubic face and smile I think ‘what have I got myself into?’ You look like an angel when you are sleeping,
The Writer’s Bus
The gears on the brain goes round and round Round and round, round and round The gears on the brain goes round and round All
Vessel of your Habits
Vessel in the corner Emptiness surrounding Smiles I never did see Surrendered on to fate Expelled and abandoned Laughing stock I became Of your ravenousness
What Penance Did I Do to Become Your Mother?
O Kanna, with the skin of bluish hue, you look innocent, You steal not only hearts of pretty girls but butter too, The people who
Can Time Tell?
She looked down on the waves crashing Teetered on the edge of the cliff Dilemma flashed as she absorbed Her surroundings one final time Caught