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One is amazed by the simplicity of language she employs. There are very rare moments of outburst. Mostly, the poems are subtle to the extreme. The language is guarded and even anger is controlled. Words are pruned to their essence, like minimal flowers arranged in a vase. Gaudiness in expression is totally avoided.

'In this chronicle of love pursued and subsequently lost, Priyasi (Preeti Singh) wades through much traveled waters. But it's probably the freshness of feeling that comes with each line, the pain and the unending emotions, that stay in your mind, much after you've finished the book.'

_Femina


‘Simantini (Boundless) by Priyasi (PreetiSingh) published by Minerva Press landed on my table a few days ago. I read the first poem, then the second, the third and then the entire collection.'

_Khushwant Singh


‘A prolific collection of heart-rending verses. The poems are sensitive and simple. The singular achievement of the tract is the poet's sincerity of feeling.'

_Hindustan Times


Going through the poems of Priyasi (Preeti Singh), one feels elated to find that she has made skepticism the means of revealing the subtleties of female psychology which make the poems interesting and fascinating. The poetess uses very simple language to exhibit her dexterity and leaves an indelible mark of her sheer intellect.

_National Herald

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Sunday, 14 June 2009

WALK AWAY FREE

Kill your soul
and live on
The currency
for buying peace
No questions
No hopes
No aberrations
Live on
Fulfill obligations
Do your duty
Duty
the primordial millstone
The millstone
we all carry
Often willingly
sometimes grudgingly
For we have
promised to tag along
To break not the shell
To feel not the air
Do all that you hate
and carry on
Pull the shutters down
Let the brain freeze
Let the heart die
To hurt all the time
But not dare
To live and
walk away free
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JOURNEY ALONE

Please cut the strings
Remove all chains
Set me free
I want none of it
Aloneness
is singularly what I want
Just to be
To have no more
Of anybody, or anything
We are all alone
On this journey
of ours
In this search
of truth
The sand of time
is falling fast
The fists hold no grain
Was life meant
to be only this
Of chores and
making ends meet
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