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Tossed Pebbles - "The Awakening"

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The awakening is a convoluted functional mapping of variables like exploration,enrichment and evolution on the Cartesians of Space and Time where we head every moment in seeking. When the seeking, seeks the seeker, of self! Seeking seeks out and one drinks in the ecstasy of Spiritual wine “The Awakening".

 

 

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Stree

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As Stree, I’m tired of being typecast. We are no one in particular, no one in general, we are who we are- as much a matter of celebration, as not- I am everything and all of them & yet not. Three women-beautiful, powerful & grey. Begum Akhtar, Sharmila Tagore ( In Apur Sansar) and Durga( The deity)

Poetry is personal, often jarring, unfathomable, beautiful- it is the closest to what I feel is a woman. And so these poems – neither tribute, nor a commentary, often a  reflection. .From one Stree to another.

 

 

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Musings by Ruma - "The soul of a marionette"

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The soul of a marionette

When she first came to her new home

Things were so different from where she had been.

At every step, she was reminded by someone 

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Scattered Pearls - "The Scarlet Rain"

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We are extremely excited to introduce our new column "Scattered Pearls" by Lopa Banerjee. 
 
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Easy to Lose

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Easy to Lose

How easily we lose

Socks, specs and storybooks.

And people who care.

How easily we lose 

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An Ode to Women

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 An ode to women

 

I ponder and I wonder

As I gaze through the windows.

Pitter patter pitter patter

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Musings by Ruma - "Sad Silence"

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Musings by Ruma : You know how it is...

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 You know how it is;

 

There is always someone to say

 

Your mother would not have complained,

 

Your grandmother would not have cried,

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Some days...

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Some days it becomes

 

A bit too much

 

And I know what

 

I crave is

 

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Musings By Ruma - Part 7

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This is not the first time  that I 
 
have looked in the mirror to see
 
a little bit, a shadow here, a smile there
 

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