Natural Magic

Green Magic

Green Magic (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Nature still works!
Don’t despair!

It’s March and right on cue, there’s brilliant green everywhere,
The trees have woven beautiful new foliage for themselves.

They know it’s time,
They read the wind and earth and water,
And this is what they say, ‘We will uphold nature, will you?”

The Misty Moon (#WordlessWednesdays)

Mist N Moon

Mist N Moon (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Dreaming of Pink…

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A Dream of Pink

Who will notice the light on the flowers,
But for the quiet ones?
Who will think of the green we need,
But for the dreamy ones?

Why then is the world tilted loud?
Why doesn’t love trump fear?

When will the healing come?

The Edges of Hope

 

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There is an edge to hope,

That even when it floats away,

Clings as a shadow of wonder,

To the corners of the spirit.

 

Let it flower within you today,

Let it rise.

 

Smile at hope,

And hope will smile upon you…

 

Who knows what the two of you can do?

That Warm Feeling

The mango tree knows it’s time for spring.

It blooms before we’ve even noticed the warmth. 

The parrot sings exultingly,

Wheeling in celebration. 

Go tell the cold night air,

The summer smell is here! 

Starblood

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Did you know that blood smells of rust?
That our starburst mangled bodies die to awaken?
That in all the liminal space of time—
Truths unfold in ontological puzzlement,
Amazed at their own impertinence?

For what is anything amid infinity?
And where’s the space for infinity in our small is?
The renderings of visions wild,
All these data streams of forever dreams—
Will we ever truly reconfigure?

There is a silent, screaming, streaming smile—
Unfolding.
There is a thunderous rapture building—
Just out of reach.
Walk into the whirlwind—

Ascend!

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Rise! (#WordlessWednesdays)

This Day, This Time, Is Ours!

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Ascend!

From afar I watch a mansion crumble,
I watch the inconceivable take shape,
And somehow, I am strengthened in my self.
Somehow, I feel the essential taut granite in me,
The one that holds up the truth.
Today I know that if there is to be any hope,
We each have to ascend.
Find our power, flex it,
And go heal this earth of ours.

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Sky Phoenix Rising (#WordlessWednesdays)

Feathers Speak In Whispers… 

Is that the shape of heartbreak?

Is that an angel that ascended?

Or the whisper of our hidden wings?

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A Profusion of Pink (#WordlessWednesdays)

Happiest, Hopefullest Of New Years! #HappyNewYear 

Late afternoon golden winter sun,

The first tomato seedling peeking out,

And a heart full of Hope!

 

Happy New Year!! 🙂 🙂 🙂

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Embrace The Brightness (#WordlessWednesdays)

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What Will You Reach For? (#WordlessWednesdays)

Best Review Ever For ‘Our Particular Shadows’

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If there’s a dream review, this is IT!  @saket71 has shone a piercingly poetic light into the heart of Our Particular Shadows and really, truly SEEN. I’m in utter bliss. Such a generous blessing this review is!

Read the full review:  Book Review: Our Particular Shadows

Some of my favorite parts of the review are:

Radhika writes prose but it is so near to poetry. … It has the magic, the vigor and the flow much nearer to spoken-word poetry. The magic of experimental prose is in the honesty it carries. It is as if the writer decided not to let his own consciousness stand between the page and his soul, as if the medium merged into the creator and they are no longer two distinct entities.

Amazing, right?

And who can ever forget praise such as this?

I am totally in awe of Radhika Mukherjee’s talent. She is a mystic poet who camouflages herself as a story-teller. Her writings are not for you if you are looking for trendy stories. If you want to read something timeless, something which will survive both the reader and the writer, do read this. I am greedy. I do not know if Radhika plans to someday write a full-length novel. If she does and if these stories are any indications, we might have a writer penning something like The Waves of Virginia Woolf someday. Her writing is experimental prose which is so rare to find these days. Dive in to discover the divinity in the magical world of words. This is the book you will keep coming back to, whenever your soul is bruised by the brutal world we live in, and I am sure, it will always soothe your senses.

Here’s the full review again: Book Review: Our Particular Shadows

To take the journey, at $0.99 for the eBook of Our Particular Shadows, go to:

Amazon (all territories): getBook.at/OPS

B&N, Apple, Kobo, Scribd: https://books2read.com/u/38DxMw

Happy soulful reading!🙂

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That Certain Something (#WordlessWednesdays)

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That Essential Focus (#WordlessWednesdays) 

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Colours of Hope (#WordlessWednesdays)

Girl In A Word Cloud (#WordyWednesday)

When you see me, think of words. 

A swaying mass of swirling rainbow words in tangible girl shape. I’ve become indistinguishable from the resonances in my mind.

I am my words. Words are me. They make me, just as I make them. That’s my space in this world!

Words to wonder.

Words to heal.

Words to lay down and cry.

Words to comfort.

Words to whisper.

Words: the most precious of them all. 

Words = Rads! 🙂 

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Bring Radiance Forth!(#WordlessWednesdays)

What Space Can We Spare?

In the crevasses of our world,

Where we’ve allowed one, maybe two lines of trees,

Birds live out their epic lives,

Unknowing.

The orangutan withers.

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Sometimes, Perfection… (#WordlessWednesdays)

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They Call Me – Incandescent! (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Incandescent (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Nature In Every Corner (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Urban Nature (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Let’s Change the Paradigm

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Bright Joy (By Radhika Mukherjee)

We do a great disservice to the world, when we describe it, perceive it, classify it only through an evolutionary paradigm. All around, there are birds flying for the sheet joy of it, looping across the sky; monkeys whooping and playing and taunting dogs; there is a cow and a cat making friends… And the sun, great fiery ball of hydrogen though it may be, is smiling across to us from that unimaginable distance this fine end-of-summer day.

Even in our ‘modern’ ‘scientific’ minds, surely there is some space to expand our perception of this Earth, this Universe, to include love, the play of the spirit and sparkling, connecting joy?

Irrespective of species?

The mind extends beyond the body, it has to. If we can accept wi-fi, why can’t we think of our brains as being able to transmit waves of thought and intention? It’s all the co-mingling of matter and energy and vibrations, isn’t it?

What if the purpose was not to merely ‘evolve’? But to experience? To add? To feel?

What if each life, each rock, each drop of water, was an end in itself?

What if?

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Oasis In The City #WordlessWednesdays

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Fly, Darling Fly! (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Spread The Love #WordlessWednesdays 

It’s Awesome #Review Time For ‘Our Particular Shadows’

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Our Particular Shadows has received a thoughtful and delightful professional review from Readers’ Favorite!

It begins like this:

If you are looking for a collection of short stories that express various emotions but should be sipped upon as a fine wine, Our Particular Shadows (Shadow Stories Book 1) by Radhika Mukherjee can be the taste for your palate.

And then just makes my hear sing!

Read the full Review!!

To take the journey, at $0.99 for the eBook, go to:

Amazon: getBook.at/OPS

B&N, Apple, Kobo, Scribd: https://books2read.com/u/38DxMw

Happy soulful reading!🙂

Just Dance!

If I can’t dance,

My world stops a bit.

 

If I don’t dance,

My universe shrinks a little.

 

Without dance,

Any stillness achieved is stale.

 

Dance is primordial joy given form.

Without that joy, what’s meaning?

 

Dance today!

The IS will flow back.

 

Dance today!

Flow with vibrant joy.

 

Dance today!

Reach for bliss…