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Another Summer Day

Yesterday few clouds took the sky and made the weather tolerable. I wondered why I am not switching on the cooler because beyond the buildings from my window gain the sun only by 2 p.m. The grey has become the sunlight on the path on closer look. Today, the day gradually became warm and an electricity cut made me overcome the mirth early. 

melon rind
besides it is safe
my heart

The newspaper is not delivered today. I reread the news from yesterdays, one that is still broadcasted on t.v. about the fateful incident of 24 Engg students being washed away in the Beas river, Himachal Pradesh. Some moments crossed my mind. I kept aside some daily tasks and created a post on it on Prism Of Joy. My part is done.

father
how the bamboo give
its shoots


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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.



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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…

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.

Moon and stars

moon again behind
the hills what
myth I build on my story


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a star out of canvas
I am 
here with truth


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few stars in sky
and angles in and out 
can't locate more

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only one more round
at moon hedge
full of jasmine