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There is a rough plug where the barrel bolt slides in my room window. Sometimes, it appears it has fastened but hangs out loosely. Predawn the electricity went out and the cooler stopped, I did not realized till after few hours I felt certain unease. Still lying in my bed, I went into sleep because of my experimental therapeutic sleeping solution and that involves not thinking and being in present. Solely it would not have brought me any solace but the previous day had been tiresome. Eventually early morning when I woke up the fresh breeze automatically flew from the loosened grip of the window welcoming a new day.

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in my silence the echoing


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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.

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