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The Idea Behind "Footprints"


Originally published at Goodreads
 
Questions are the path which the modern women undertake. I remind of an ad here where a woman emphasis to do her job and not being a distraction. When we talk about feminism, overburdening ourselves thus in futile attempt to reach everyone affected. However, my experience has been different. I choose to rest, to think and to act. The helping hand behind my success might be number of resources but importantly I believe myself. 

Listening to one’s own instinct is basic to humans, why only women. The flaw limits however, because not every independent path is a right path. We learn from our experiences, our mistakes and thus, we become the results of our efforts.


Footprints is devised on the emotions communicated from the collective efforts of the women that mattered from history to those striving through contemporary dilemmas. Not every age and time tells us everything that runs in the foreground and background of our lives but it is worth to at least recognize those traits. The emotions overwhelm us on many grounds of our esteem, being a part of society and being a person. 


I tried to reach the women heart in hope to heal a bit of the world.

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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