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Below The Sky

Since I started feeding birds in my balcony, I had numerous experiences and can predict when they are hungry or happy. During last few weeks, the bird bath was refreshed or food was served at different times. I kept eye to understand their behaviors and reacted when suitable. Sometimes, they would just sit on the edge thinking I will not scare them I away.

preaching a crow's beak in its feather

The birds have form a habit now, when to visit my balcony. Other times, I could watch them in their resting spaces or flying in the evening sky. I still keep one of my pots inside whose flowering tip was eaten twice by any of those avians. This feels me with guilt of superficial love for them but I am really planning on adding grains and plentiful change in their diet, especially when I leave to stay with my parents for a day or two.

becoming
what I am, a year older
mint sprigs




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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.

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Cold winds with those dark clouds
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from where I have sprung and this haste
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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

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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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at moon hedge
full of jasmine