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Splendid was to watch the Sun still in the evening sky just moments before it will set prematurely among dark clouds far but appears to be underneath. The North Country Mall is exceptional in its build like on a plateau with water features outside and vicinity of palm trees and various fragrant flowers over terraced steps. Every time I come out of this mall, I feel reconnected to life. Vitality is important force but do cabs waiting at door steps, speed of escalators, huge waiting lines for processing, standardized products to choose from bring this to us. Till now, the mall has retained its character and it may be so because it is still independent of basic human instinct.

wearing the dust
a bit me in reflection...
jagged path


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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.

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