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Root Governance

Since we are now community of people who express our views on everything, politics, social issues, businesses, life, goals, etc., there are still portals hanging in the cyber space that require our attention or must be say those even if offline.


I read many blogs in past week and bloggers are doing great job, illuminating on beautiful Indian places to visit, to support issues like girl child, help a kid to reach 5, pick the pickle campaign, tiger and forest conservation. Through their travels, they shared another anecdotes that reflected how well they are enjoying and grasping the whole experience.


At root level, the promise of minimum goverance of Mr. Narendra Modi however, is quite pressure on these intellectuals. I find it hard to believe that they are paying their bills and able to support a career so well.

I far by myself came up with this fiction (I wish someone may well illustrate it through a satire cartoon.)

All that we all hear

After umpteen sleepless days due to the local community's foul smell and noises, a writer suffers a logjam at his work and his social activity gets affected.

Imagining, a dialogue appears between her and a local person.

Writer: ISIS

Person: ISIS. Sorry, I smell no bad odor and obviously there is no noise.

Writer: ISIS and whatever Narendra Modi does.

Person: ISIS and next government of Aam Adami.

Writer: ISIS and whatever next government does.

Person: ISIS

Writer: ISIS

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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.

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