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Why it has to be me to mix a mound of biscuit with borax and serve to ants who are infesting my home now for few days. They are coming to me whenever I hang my feet from chair, pinch me, try to eat me up. I learn in detail that their stomach either will be bloated or exploded. I lived in homes before but never was this problem. I have observed cemented barriers to close the space beneath the doors at many homes. I can invent my own plaster of paris version, I did so to fill up gaps many times. Today, however it is done.

blue sky
all the potholes with
settled dust


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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.

Moon and stars

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


a star out of canvas
I am 
here with truth


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


only one more round
at moon hedge
full of jasmine