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All the Pansies

The nature of human is to hold on to what is essential. "Terracotta pots, Madam" said a potter by a road as I was inquiring about pots made of earth. I wanted simple ones. 

My home is basic, taking up a single person and holding her world. I imagine pansies, ball lily, valerians, begonias; all those flowers which are hardly used in bouquets or party decorations or even garlands to be offered to God in temple or to dignitaries at functions.  

on the speckled petals
in dust of a day
alighting butterfly



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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.

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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.



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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…

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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.