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The angels you walk with

Are stalked by sadness

And all hues

Get sucked into the

Black hole of depression

Each scream

Each call for help

Gets labelled as drama

And all drift away

Leaving you alone

With your pain And vacuum

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The Surrender

The surrender

No longer incites fear

Nor does it Provoke ego

It will not swallow me up

There are no chasms around

The more I merge

Sharper my identity

All dark abstraction

Attaining luminous


Mahabodhi temple , Bodh Gaya , Bihar

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You cannot walk away from the mist

It has eyes

And it has arms


Wrapping around

Each footstep

Turning the ground below

Into nothingness

It loves stillness

And silence

It dampens your wings

Drawing you

Into its mysterious depths

Freedom is not a word

It knows

My husband on the misty  Dochula Pass  in the  Himalayas within Bhutan on the road from Thimpu to Punakha where 108 memorial chortens or stupas known as “Druk Wangyal Chortens” have been built by Ashi Dorji Wangmo Wangchuk, the eldest Queen Mother.

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Locked Doors 

When you find 

A door locked

Don’t knock

Don’t go away either

Wait if you can

The door needs to breathe 

It will open one  day

And if you don’t have the time

Or patience


But not before  leaving

A part of yourself behind 

A part which the  door

Will embrace when it opens 

A part which will 

Breathe  freedom

With the open door

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That One Day 

Screenshot_20170628-130419-01One day when

I was alive

I felt you close

All over again

The smile

Filling your being with light

Because I was happy

The songs flooding

Your soul

Because my heart danced

In freedom

The peace within you


I was a child

All over again

I child

You carried forever

In your soul

Long after its journey

In the womb

Got over

I felt it all

That one day

When I was alive

My mother

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When You Hug My Prayers 

After the pilgrimage ,Tigers Nest ,Bhutan .My picture clicked by my husband Vikas Panghal

​Each breath

Each step

The  rhythm of my being


When You hug

All my humble prayers

All my impossible dreams

And release these gently

Into the wind

Unto the clouds

Atop the mountains

Astride the waves

And I rise

On the wings of

Your glory

My Lord

Becoming a beautiful


Of Your Love

Your Benevolence