I like Beji's poems. And I believe they will appeal to her readers too. I have managed to convince the poetess that these few lines would be enough; however, what fascinates most is the simplicity of these verses. They are honest and flowing -- as if someone's opened their heart to you. But there is rhythm here. And therefore this is poetry. As renowned poet Ajneya has said, "poetry exists not in language, nor in words, but in the spaces between the words." Beji doesn't squander her words. Familiar experiences and images...night and moonlight, clouds, sky, rain, breeze, ocean and desert, birds and trees, flowers, ashes, sprouting shoots, dreams, empty spaces, shadows and silhouettes-- all these shape her consciousness, her perception of life and death or better to say only life. These are basically love poems. They expand to include life, memory and nature. They search for warmth in every nook and cranny of life. They are looking for salvation in relationships and silence in words. For them, life is surrender. Like Poetry and Love, here Compassion too is an extension of love. Like breath longing for fragrance.
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