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A Spot

Since now I have tread the most of the puzzling ways, through corn fields, over an unkempt surroundings of a campus in rainy season, over a concrete path in rains soon to get worse but a wet barren ground is perhaps the most safest because of its clarity. I love enormity of human actions. If I do not venture out, it is not that I come to learn something but to experience some of strangest truths. One of the rainy days, I observed a group of guys in an open jeep stranded under a tree did not teased a young woman caught in rain. A woman in distress become a fact who will obviously learn to keep fine by herself.

after rains
struck around the drains
monsoon flowers


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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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