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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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Friday, 2 December 2011

POISON



the body aches
the heart aches
the mind aches
the soul aches
it is not the ache
of fruitful exertion
it is not the ache of
intellectual achievement
it is the ache
of controlled yearning
the pain of not
being able to release
pent up, bottled
turning into poison
love slowly turns
into venom
what comes out
is not me
gentle, loving, caring
it is somebody else
i hear my words
they don’t say
what i want to
rejection, betrayal
humiliation distorts language
the outpouring
is incoherent
you pick on my
choice of words
and cannot see
the gaping wound
the lava burns
and you cannot feel
the torment within
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PIECEMEAL



i do not want your love
in fractions, piecemeal
at your convenience
i do not want
to be there only when
you need me
i know i was
only filling a gap
i know i did not belong
strange how it happens
the catastrophe repeats
shattering me
to smithereens
did i not say
a second blow
would kill
but i let the reins loose
and allowed it to happen
now you turn into
a saint
and strut
with pompous ado
on the barren soil
of my existence
playing truant
with my emotions
you over drew from
a bankrupt account
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