Poem Shop

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Poems have the ability to speak the thoughts in more than one said way, touching various levels of depth. While the poet pens down with individual perspective, the reader has a freedom to give the concluding thoughts.

For me, poems are happiness. Collecting them together in the form of a book is happiness. This book, Poem Shop is the fourth one in series of the poems I have pen down. The first one was ‘P for Poetry’ which gave me the ‘go good’ feeling. Second one ‘Poetic Desk’ gave me the ability to see and pen down poems with depth. Then came ‘100 Haiku’ where I enjoyed writing haiku and the stories they tell in three lines.

I put together my next 25 collection here as Poem Shop. Like others, its a FREE download!

Poem Shop - LR

Can be downloaded here: POEM SHOP


The Garden of Roots

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A soul had reached a place, no where identifiable in a map nor named by any navigator. It looked like a confined tiny place at glance but more the explored, larger it got. It wasn’t some kind of magic land. It was real and very far away from the miracles of fiction.

For there was no name, nothing addressed, nothing displayed and not a thing visible. It was an infinite space compressed into finite footsteps.  Though the soul could feel the moment, every moment had a sink deep inside, pulling inwards. This space was a house of thoughts.

The first of thoughts were of unconditional love. That form of love – pure, with no conditions or expectations like that of birth and care.

There were the thoughts of the origins. Not like the wind, rain, fire, earth, species etc. Not that ancient. Not like technology, speed, race etc. Not that recent too. It was somewhere amidst the evolution of species.

There is always culture, the one that binds and bounds. Culture is that essential morale which keeps one growing and directs to the path of success. Those ancestral traditions and learning’s which uplift the values.

There were memories with the missing feelings. They were the ones which could easily snatch away the sleep. They were the ones which would want the soul to grow younger.

There were belongings. They were accumulations that were gathered with time. The one’s which were associated with the personality and served as the identity. The one’s which drew the boundaries.

There was knowledge which had groomed out of experience. Some made through the hard way and some through the scribbles.  Some led with decisions and some consequences. They formed the knowledge base for the promotions, like knowing the right pinch of salt to turn the dish delicious.


It did not take much time for the soul to realize that it was in theGarden of Roots’.

Note: My  Sincere thanks to Mansi Karna for letting me borrow her book title –  ‘A Garden of Roots,‘ which is Work In Progress. Wishing her all the success for the book.