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Rising to the Sun

Rising to the Sun
steeping noise, hollowed voices
a ghost through fog, dense roads
barring the leaves fallen to their own crackle
drenched surface
nothing leaves footprints on an entrance
the gate creaks

before a new dawn
in complete envelope
of reclining hand in hand before fire
I sit and try to smile
more than usual
and play word games
find adjectives no more, nouns unknown

it must be the shrill of winter
I am waiting for
among thousand hundred naps
where among those memories
where among those paths
all those obvious talks, songs
a crescent moon of one's own continent
grows out, fades in birches unspent
in quarters where birds won't long fly

all the worries left
becoming a season, cold and misty
a silhouette of hills, grey horizon
limpid mesh of branches
rough contours of rocks and
relearning to climb.

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Echoes, my new poetry book

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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.



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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