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I just love to walk and I love spaces that allows me like Sukhna Lake or Rock Garden or Rose Garden and even Plaza. For pain in leg which goes away on resting a bit during these walks, I googled. Diagnosis could have been claudication, knee problems or peripheral vascular disease. However, I am of average build, no reason to think of fat deposits and incidental hypoxia for my condition. I practice yoga but since I have limited issues, I was limited to types. I remembered one of the yoga postures, straight tree from past. Gradually, after warming up and in optimal light and air I performed this exercise and surpassed the pain, Shavasana followed.

cloudy day
leaving the roof on the hinge
of a window a pigeon


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Echoes, my new poetry book

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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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moon again behind
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myth I build on my story


a star out of canvas
I am 
here with truth


few stars in sky
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only one more round
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full of jasmine