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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal“Don’t let that thought pass by....The momentdoes not return.Pen it in ink or use brush strokes in hues. Everything has a story to tell if only we would pause and listen. One art form always inspires another.” Mira Midha started writing poetry as a young teenager. She put every emotion she felt into her poems, seldom sharing her writing. It was her comfort zone. It was much later in life that she decided to share her collection and published her first book in 2014. Since then, she has published two more books of poetry. In this, her fourth book, she has penned poems along with anecdoteRead More...
“Don’t let that thought pass by....
The moment
does not return.
Pen it in ink or use brush strokes in hues. Everything has a story to tell if only we would pause and listen. One art form always inspires another.”
Mira Midha started writing poetry as a young teenager. She put every emotion she felt into her poems, seldom sharing her writing. It was her comfort zone. It was much later in life that she decided to share her collection and published her first book in 2014. Since then, she has published two more books of poetry. In this, her fourth book, she has penned poems along with anecdotes and short stories inspired by her own experiences.
Apart from writing, one of her favourite pastimes is painting. Mira has made her home in Pune, India and lives there with her husband, a retired naval officer.
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The COVID pandemic......we were all in it, the entire world. It was surreal but it happened. There was isolation, pain, tragedies and fear. It had become quiet and in that silence, I wrote about all that I felt and saw around me and on ‘breaking news’ updates. The migrants' exodus, the graveyard-like stillness, a claustrophobia of being shut inside, caused us all a lot of anguish and heartache. When we finally emerged, I continued writing and penning po
The COVID pandemic......we were all in it, the entire world. It was surreal but it happened. There was isolation, pain, tragedies and fear. It had become quiet and in that silence, I wrote about all that I felt and saw around me and on ‘breaking news’ updates. The migrants' exodus, the graveyard-like stillness, a claustrophobia of being shut inside, caused us all a lot of anguish and heartache. When we finally emerged, I continued writing and penning poems. I had changed, I think we all had changed. I became, very emotionally aware of my surroundings.
For many, who live in this struggle called 'life', the pandemic was just another episode in this formidable game called survival.
They come from all walks of life......the poverty-stricken, differently-abled, transgender, mentally challenged, women who battle with their souls, between right and wrong, so that they can stay alive. The homeless vendors at traffic signals and so many more people of indomitable will, carrying deep scars from a life in poverty.
I put my feelings down on paper as a tribute to these determined and fearless men and women who continue existing, enduring, against all odds.
There is a wistful beauty in old homes and ruins, fractured by the passage of time. I wonder what stories and mysteries are buried in their bricks and broken waIls. I put down my sentiments, my feelings, on this and more in my book of prose and poems, 'We are braver than we know’
Between a Breath and a Pause, Life is a Story… is dedicated to those who exist between a ‘Breath and a Pause’. It covers just about everyone who fought the good fight called life.
Find yourself again as you get drawn into these pages of recollections, short stories, anecdotes and poems. This book starts with a story inspired by the real-life, heartfelt journey of a young woman during partition and after that.
The Journey: A you
Between a Breath and a Pause, Life is a Story… is dedicated to those who exist between a ‘Breath and a Pause’. It covers just about everyone who fought the good fight called life.
Find yourself again as you get drawn into these pages of recollections, short stories, anecdotes and poems. This book starts with a story inspired by the real-life, heartfelt journey of a young woman during partition and after that.
The Journey: A young woman of twenty was one of the victims of the deadly mass migration. Born in Delhi, Saloni was adopted by her aunt and brought up in Rawalpindi. Barely had she finished college when the violence began. Soon after, the British announced the partition of India. Amidst death and a morbid fear for their lives, many fled, leaving everything behind. Some got away with just the clothes on their backs. Many didn’t make it beyond their front door.
Surviving the holocaust and then the mental pain of living in a refugee camp in Delhi, Saloni grew up to be a fiercely independent woman who faced many more challenges throughout her life. “I did my best. Life has not been easy.” she would say out loud to the birds flying in the dusky sky. Just as pain and suffering are a part of life, so is happiness. It is possible to find that niche again. She was taught as a child to search for answers, but there are no explanations for certain things and there was no point in asking ‘why’. All answers cannot be found in one lifetime.
Sometimes the pen and paper are my best friends. I love the conversations we have.
I come from a family of soldiers and as a daughter and wife of naval officers, the Armed Forces have a very special place in my heart.
I have dedicated this book to the men and women of our Armed Forces and also to other unsung heroes, some dear to me and some who have touched me in a way that I was compelled to pen my thoughts about them in poems. I probe the hidden
Sometimes the pen and paper are my best friends. I love the conversations we have.
I come from a family of soldiers and as a daughter and wife of naval officers, the Armed Forces have a very special place in my heart.
I have dedicated this book to the men and women of our Armed Forces and also to other unsung heroes, some dear to me and some who have touched me in a way that I was compelled to pen my thoughts about them in poems. I probe the hidden soul of a world not known to many. There are so many people who have given our world so much depth and stories. They remain unknown yet go through life with a quiet strength that must not be mistaken for weakness.
I start and end my pages with a poem of tribute to the Soldier…
I write unconventionally, just letting the words flow. I have allowed myself that liberty so that I may express myself freely exploring what I am a part of and surrounded by. This is my reality.
Each poem is different from the other but there is an underlying common factor in many, a slight sense of pathos. There is a tangible sense of poignancy in the air, a feeling of sadness in the way our world is evolving today, and that emotion finds a path into many of the lines I write.
In my poems I have tried to capture a profound spirit of all that has come into my life and inspired me. Moments that have touched me, humoured me or made me wonder ‘WHY’, have motivated me to illuminate and personify feelings into creating this book,
As a woman I am stirred to write about ‘HER’ in various personas, as in, Woman, A Woman Reborn, A Mother To Her Daughter.
As seasons change, nature paints its art with such beautiful harmony,
In my poems I have tried to capture a profound spirit of all that has come into my life and inspired me. Moments that have touched me, humoured me or made me wonder ‘WHY’, have motivated me to illuminate and personify feelings into creating this book,
As a woman I am stirred to write about ‘HER’ in various personas, as in, Woman, A Woman Reborn, A Mother To Her Daughter.
As seasons change, nature paints its art with such beautiful harmony, bringing alive the flora and fauna with it. The feel of spring, summer, monsoon, autumn, winter are visual 'poetry' in itself. I get enthused to write.
At times I have let my mind deviate from reality into fantasy and have penned poems in the form of ballads and light hearted banter about ‘fun’ moments in my life.
Emotions too take over and a lot of nostalgia and a cache of soul stirring feelings pour out on paper. A neighbourhood stray dog I feed, an old man who begs at my street corner, poverty on the footpaths, a walk in the woods, remembering wistfully all those who have made a difference in my life, the mountains, the sunrise, sunset………all have a story to tell, if only we would pause and listen. For me their existence is my ‘poetry’ and through my ‘poetry’ they exist.
So come, be a part of this journey and find a connection and a bit of yourself in these pages.
A van stopped next to a tired man lumbering his feet on the hot gravelled road. His oversized shoes were worn out and hampering his walk. A child, barely a year old, slept on one shoulder and a threadbare bag slung on the other. The women next to him dragged her feet and tugged a sagging young child Read More...
I can only pay this tribute...A Poem....So many have died unseen...muted and overlooked. Now a tribute, respecting their lives too, has to resound for all to hear! While we are battling our fears during this 'Lockdown' there are those who care not for the dread that lurks menacingly in the air. Read More...
29th March 2020'Lockdown'Seems like 'glitter rain'...with the Sun playing peek-a-boo. I don't remember it raining so much in March....third evening of thunder...rain..and yesterday hailstones ......a natural cleansing of the air I hope......30th March 2020My kitchen window...It's a busy area, my kit Read More...
The air is fresh.....Something tells me the coast is clearAnd there is a soothing silence...Free from fear,Dare I step out?'Tis not my domain NorMy habitat anymore...Yet I see uninhabited streets And locked doors.But as I shyly venture outThrough foliage green...I am awestruck.......Not a human to b Read More...
As a new day dawns.....Let all voices prayFor those who have lost their way,And all who look for hope,Let there be another day.As a new day dawns.....Let those who hurt Feel for others,A moment of their pain,So that they may never harm again, Soothe all those angry brows,With a rose in one hand,And Read More...
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