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24-hour Humanitarian Truce Dust In Our Eyes

What gives us the exposure? To what situation glamour is attached? Sometimes I am appalled at the competence of the authorities and the world's rage at loose. Being a voice in whatever form, even a blogger or a twitterati, we behave according to our human emotions and also become a mode of advertising certain agenda. The business, politics and media thrives on this.

I do not say mass missions are futile. If the authority has been negligent, it certainly comes to basic rights and thus, no one lives their duties better than a lay person. We do not need philosophy to suggest a better way than getting your houses shelled, your food and water being poisoned, being made to work unethically, accepting an obnoxious way of life as regular.

Rulers have shown their incompetence time and again by being down to this level. A crown on the head is certainly not easy thing but does the public have to make them learn lessons and especially when the history is repeating itself before the world. Goverance has its own strategies and is a specialized service for its people. Even beyond anarchy, the UN (if plays major role) cannot help forming a better world for a country.

The country has to raise by itself or through a strong leadership. India got its freedom under popular leadership of Mahatma Gandhi and leaders such as Lokmanya Tilak, Jawahar Lal Nehru with strong ideologies which suitably took reins in their hands once the power was restored.

In Gaza, whatever is happening tells us we can only sympathize, condemn Israel for being so ruthless. Even a wrong person is given full rights to go on trial and present one's case. The reports of agitated Israeli MPs asking for total whip out of Palestinians is horrifying, a brutality in eyes of human mankind. Since in long term, every thing is forgotten, we are in acceptable zone whatsoever, a 24-hour truce is just a dust in our eyes. 

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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.



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


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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