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The Longest Road

The longest road
where they ask you if you have lost
where the gain is unsaid,
where the love has grown out of silence,
yet hither the wind blows to find the way
and not ask the one among the flowers,
or is a fancy of fresh buds.

When my feet feel unrest
it weighs on the air, on the water
but the soil again a bed
perhaps 'coz its scent flows
far, far where the world knows
where the peace is a fact.

Could be as insane not to hear
what must I should not know
not to tramp my joy yon
I am still the fragile dream of the east
I extend out my arms
where far will they grow, they grow.

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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