Monday, June 8, 2015

A Letter to My Mom

Since I believe that, in the Heavens above,The angels, murmurs to one another,Can discover, amid their flaming terms of adore,nobody so devotional as that of "Mother,"hence by that dear name I long have called you-You who are other than mother unto me,And fill my heart of hearts, Death installed youIn setting my Virginia's will free.My mother- my own mother, who died untimely,but the mother of myself; but youAre mother to the one I loved so dearly,And thus are dearer than the mother I knew

Thursday, March 26, 2015


An effortless jingle 
a delicious taste 
remind me of the kid I use to be 
as the years mound up
the hurdles appear more complex
the pressure , the pressure
seize me back to five years old
when I loved the stars
and nothing else

Friday, January 23, 2015

Red Red & Red

Red is a twilight
glowing and dazzling.
Red is feeling valiant
with all your potency.
Red is a russet
a speck on your beak.
At times red, is a red rose.
Red marks out when you cut your hand.
Red is a brick
and the noise of a rock band.
Red is warmth
you get within
when you’re embarrassed
and want to hide.
Firework, fire-engine
Fire- sparkle red –
And when you’re annoyed
Red runs through your head.
Red is an Indian
A Valentine mind,
The superfluities on
A circus haul.
Red is a blusher
Red is a scream
Red is a gesture
that says, “Watch out!”
Red is a huge gigantic
Rubber sphere.
Red is the giant-est.
Colour of all.
Red is a boaster,
No doubt about it –
But I can’t imagine
Living without Red?

with Love

sindhu joy

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Love Rainfall & Storm

From rainfall,
should I twist into a storm?
Weeping like the wind,
making sound,
to get you to listen to me?
More raindrops; more tears,
to make you believe
flooded in sorrow?
Harsher and quicker,
much like a cyclone,
to get you to observe
how messed up I am?
Without You
When I’m stronger
like the storm,
would you love me further?

Yours Own

Dr.Sindhu Joy Chakkungal

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

A weeping mind

My spirit is full of wound
I don't know who I could speak to, to who to clarify
My spirit belonged to you
I was extremely in love ,it was deep within
Now you are away, my spirit refuses to beat
I can't breathe without you
How could you forget about the love we had?
At this moment I realized -
That that without your adore I'd be gloomy
I tried hardly to be strong
But tears flood from my eyes
I understand that I can’t survive without you..

Dr.Sindhu Joy

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Broken Mind

I am an instigator of grief,
Submerging myself into it, 
Untying its abundant strings, 
Accepting its flimsy shades.
I am a prism throughout which melancholy-
might be alienated into its countless ranges.
I am hardly broken down


Monday, January 5, 2015

I Miss You

I  Miss  You

Lengthy day, lengthy night
I'm calling adore
I miss you badly, beloved
I miss you badly

My strength never stops

Thrashing your name
Wish you, my adore
Here nearby me

Can distance become easier to tolerate?

Or time running earlier and you already at this point?
Can I seize my thought, can I seize my passion?
Can I clutch my longing to you when it is essential?

Lengthy day, lengthy night

I’m calling you
I miss you badly, beloved
I miss you badly