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A Visit to Lake - (For Now)

Early last month, the sense was chaotic. On contrast watching people go to their businesses on a relatively cloudy day, a sudden thrush was beginning of climate change in this region, I was unsure of visiting lake (artificially developed) Sector 42, Chandigarh. 

The nature has serenity, there is little excuse for a poet. Few timid steps were to escape the formalities like greeting at entrance or stand before marvelous structures, nevertheless I am ardent devotee of Chandigarh architecture. Nothing further let me escape a heron's silent walk across grass, fresh cut grass, water seeping beneath a bridge and ignoring the oblivion an honest urge to reach the waters first.

The lake as it is stood beautiful without a reflection of clouds or sky, bounded by sitting platform which one reminds of comfort and invigorating view. Otherwise undulating with one so serene, from the uppermost platform the eye travels from this shore to last filled with hues. The poem has to be born and "For Now" is earlier been published by Readomania. Link Here .

Smiles light
glances avoided,
synonymous with silent waters
I become,
treading almost agape in between
as lotus bloom.

My choices are less
even whiff of fresh cut grass
or dust mites escape not
the usual clamor
tepid on forgiving mostly.

A part half is done
day is riding
steadily with the axis
if never this be serendipity.

I have spoken
give me a story and said
what does not shrill
the sight of becoming
for now, this low this high.

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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