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Nothing Best of Worse

In fight of morality and ego, we lost,
some precious gains of times gone by,
some renewed terms of being positive,
seeing better even in worse of conditions.
Eyes see objective struggle of strong winds,
ruthless suffering, presence of scars, decaying limbs,
definition of human where best achieved,
while contorted figures result as means of evolution.
Where will we go in long term, being sensitive,
to pain, struggle, comforts not limited local,
ceaseless efforts to bring it wide, spread around,
distinguish can be made but where are those minds.
To think not above necessity, desperate to learn environs,
need to bring only to surface where required,
before the whole world may be grasped in milieu,
also in total annihilation that results from roots.


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Echoes, my new poetry book

Echoes published by Write India is recently released in September.  It has been an amazing experience to through them once again and truly as desired they echo through mind and soul.

Here is blurb at back of book:

Consistency where life frames women in different roles and you feel inhabited.

In such serenity I sit and think saturated with thoughts.  A woman speaking of in her element perennially devises how way further will be for her without the barriers of struggle.  Nature is succour.  One easily connects with primal action born of thought. As innate as vital energy of mind and body, the poems here touch aspects of womanhood subliminally.

It would not be in woods or meadows far reaching only through echoes, it would beat deep inside throbbing and touching through aspects of life.

A Poem from Echoes:

Cold winds with those dark clouds
on my sky are my aspirations
where horizon of blue sublime,
tiny corpuscles of lime,
from where I have sprung and this haste
do I even know the melody…

Again the Sky

First published on Literary journal.

Today showered again the sky I wondered if soaking the streets I choose to ignore.
Small leaves sprout and crawl inside me, branches spread out, straws are collected nests are created.
Lone pathway on feet speck of air or earth so full, and my own heart's silence in this moment's time.

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