Seema Jayaraman Biography

Apr 2016: Release of my poetry collection Wings Of Rhapsody - A Dalliance of Poems.

Mar 2016: My Poetry readings A Father's Grief was hosted along with other eminent international poets during a one hour weekly show on a private radiopod 365Scribble UK.

Feb 2016: My Poem Why Blame Me A Blood Moon was hosted and displayed on location at PCafe Stirchley, Brimingham, Uk.

1Dec2015: Chosen " Poet of the Month: December 2015" by UK based Leaveners group at Poet's Corner. https: //leavenerspoetscorner.wordpress.com/
By Curator Ciaran Hodgers a renowned and highly experienced Poet.

Deeply honored and rendered speechless...my friends will tell u..impossible me without words.. actually overwhelmed thinking I have restarted my writing barely two months ago in Sep2015. Please do visit Poet's Corner and leave your review comments for my poems to be displayed all of December.

Guest #poetry Curator @CiaranHodgers introduces #Mumbai #poet @seemakj24 as December poet!
https: //leavenerspoetscorner.wordpress.com/2015/12/02/poet-december-2015-seema-jayaraman/ …

23Nov2015: Tonite Im afraid to close my eyes, to welcome sleep, lest I loose my grip on today when today you n I were alive albiet in different parts of the world. My best friend Wing Cmdr Sumita Vijayan passed away in chopper crash in Jammu, she was flying piligrims. She was the bestest lady pilot and friend. Sumi you know we will never say goodbye, I will never let go no matter how far n high u choose to fly. Luv u. U r the only one I know who lived her life the way u wanted to the fullest to the highest, woman of steel queen of silver wings.

Before 23Nov2015: Whatever little time I get on PH is used to pelt my musings and upload them on PH. I am not much into technicalities of poetry, am a novice who restarted writing recently in Sep 2015; I work intuitively (call that too lazy to edit or my usual excuse lack of time) .. too lazy to ponder and hold on to the poem and the excitement of posting it right away “piping hot” from my head. For now, I use PH as a scratch pad, lest my light scrawls on sands of mind be erased. someday, I will sit with each etching of mine, roll them around in my mind, file and polish till each word, phrase and rhyme is a " Kohinoor" in shine.. but till then like a greedy treasure hunter, I stretch all my fingers to grab each rough stone as it ferments and tumbles from my head and vanish into nothingness..

I had “A”ced my TOEFL more than a decade ago but have forgotten 95% of the strange quirky words I had learnt, have used English only for my IT related email communications and technical notes, presentations and write-ups so you can understand the limited usage of vocabulary and what it does to original learning's.

I have spent some years travelling internationally, mainly to USA thanks to IT job, travelling from East to West. The good side of it, I got to see the mountains and the plains and the amazingly beautiful countryside of USA along with mountain full of snow – a completely new and exhilarating experience for a tropics born and bred Indian girl.

Answering a question on how these musings are coming to my head? from the sky? maybe, the trigger was the Kurdi family tragedy two months ago, when international and national media and tv insensitively bombarded the washed up body of the three year old refugee child on a beach. I found the images very disturbing and I ended up penning A Father’s Grief, in a matter of about 2 or 3 hours. I was attempting poetry after nearly 20 years, though in the interim years I did pen a few sporadic ones which again I have uploaded on PH. It was as though someone had taken hold of me and words which I barely knew existed came pouring out.

A little background about me; I am very interested in anything esoteric, spiritual, universal consciousness, crystals, nature, mountains, flowers, artistic, aliens, higher dimensions, space travels, futuristic technologies, Hindu temples, mythology and temple architecture and I believe I am free dancing spirit. I like to think of myself as a free cavorting mountain spirit caught in a human body. Instead of technical writings in technical forums which would probably help my career, I find myself writing poetry battling for time. I try to maximize whatever little free days I get by bursting into more frenzied activities which is mainly travelling visiting places nature musings..

My native place is Kerala, in South India a culturally rich hot spot known as God’s own country from where many of our PH seniors come. Kerala is one of the top 10 livable places on earth and must visit during Theyyam season. People around me love me for the bursts of energy, undying quest to visit, travel, share and experience. It is such experiences that is being depicted in my poems.