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Summer Solstice

June 21 was the summer solstice day when the Sun  mounted from the north of the east in our sky. I personally do not know a monument or an event dedicated to the longest day in and around Chandigarh. Perhaps the herons that sing to the rains, there was a grasshopper, an adult one trapping me to the kitchen window. I needed to close another window behind it to block warm air. Its woody body was indicative of hardiness and then to a splash of water, it landed on a sill and then skyrocketed to continue its journey.

folding itself
in the hexagonal origami
the Sun

The Sun was shining brighter each passing day making it intolerable to go outside even with sufficient sunscreen.Will my shadow be reminder of constant strife in evening? I did not went out. Inside I dispatched official emails, recorded new works and read an appreciable part of a book. Sitting down with thoughts, my head started to ache coming out of the energy chakras and before I can invent strategies, I finished another glass of water.


memorizing
a run-on sentence 
I cannot further edit



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Echoes, my new poetry book

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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