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In the Process

There was a lag, kind of with Congress in rule. Since the BJP is chosen to power, the price of many basic commodities have increased surprisingly. Take case of Verka milk which jumped by Rs 10 and then by merely Rs. 1 within a month. Exactly how the infrastructure was holding up till now is argumentative or we are simply left to chose whatever options will be provided to us by any government. The span of five years is big enough to start considering a change in government but most of us do not even want it if the issues are resolved amicably.

                                                               the world out of poison
rebirth of a wilted plant
                                                              Krishna's old habits


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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.

Haiga - Glancing Into