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Least Minimal Good for Better Future

We are out, now. In places, all over city, or country. We often notice when we are outside, how civic amenities are making life feasible. Five years back, it was not the case. There were definite office and public hours. Mobiles made communication possible, yet services were limited. One could not get proper bedding and food at hotels.

Even now, some most popular tourist spots have poor accommodation infrastructure. If the weather would unpredictable, we were often stranded in traffic. Some travel spots were limited to boys/men only. Transport was not superior as now when we can hire a cab to any location.

When the time has changed now, don't we find ourselves pointing out faults in people, system and places. Sometimes pinches us, like sight of garbage, movement of animals, display of election campaigns and ads.

I concur nothing can change by our will but we can change a little that can help inculcate our attitude and expectations from others.

We should contribute a little towards general cleanliness, individual role behavior and being an approachable person.

By not throwing garbage at places, saying no for plastic bags, reporting to tourist stations about any bad and improper incidents, behaving with local people as civilized person, not expecting any undue help, returning or promising to help somehow for some kindly or exemplary gesture are some of few examples.

A little can go a long way to create a beautiful and strong India.

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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