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While I touched my fingers I found you feeling my heartbeats with your lips we emerged from the bottom of our togetherness we were bound in myriad of emotions that rose from the pit of my stomach with the butterflies I ate while we slept spooned our skins static yet...

The day

The day passes by oblivious of me oblivious of what this heartache is.. unaware of turmoil set deep at it's belly oblivious of churns each thought causes... the day passes by caught in it's own web seconds.. minutes.. hours.. oblivious of comfort it could send...

baritone

the baritone fills my ears walks down the throat sits as it walks down deep down here in my heart that longs to hear another lore created out of half slept nights I wait to listen the baritone one more time words that never leave lips whisper on their own bow to God...

another evening

Evening has stopped by On the leaves On the surface of the water in the bowl On the grain birds left behind for tomorrow On the dust of the temple bell On the chirps that break this evening intermittently On my hands that refuse to budge sit askance we await For the...

Do I complain?

If I ever complained to you O wind blow me away to the shores where souls land to recuperate where bodies enamoured of choicest embellishments land from the skies and regain best of health where I can regain to oscillate on my axis and follow all the atoms those obey...

magical feet

magic of my feet made me walk miles and miles of unknown roads highways of futures unwritten quoted signboards quenched thirsts of wells forgotten by middle ages wings that made the motors fly free of steering wheels brakes those forgot the feel of human foot yet the...

shall we go somewhere this evening

  shall we go where evenings stay young where they don't fall into traps of nights silent dark silhouettes of imposing nights shall we go where they call out our names where we are not subjugated to terms related by blood where when we look up from reading our...

sing or write

lonely leaves of this red plant swayed with the breeze and whispered aloud we shall fall or we might stay put fold your hands or spread them in consecration pray, sing, read, write, recite or walk we shall abide by your soul we shall nourish all your thoughts we shall...

The rain

looking at the pouring rain I feel dwarfed I inhale the essence of stray droplets on my palm and I feel established within me I look up to peep through the droplets that cause my world to blur. That streak of yearning strays with the scattering twilight chalks out a...

Half Moon

Half Moon by Pritpal Kaur

The journey of Mehar, the saga of her suffering, culminating into her evolution towards the end is the essence of the novel, Half Moon.

Photos from Half Moon Book Launch