There are moments
when you are
so intensely there
close to me
within me
even in your absence
that I drift into dreams
and fall asleep happily
with your soft voice
and your body nearby
enveloping me.
Official Website and Blog for Shaleen Rakesh, an indie author based in Dehradun, India. Shaleen is a writer and recursive observer of the shifting Himalayan landscape, whose work interrogates the friction between geologic time and the fragile architecture of human memory. Deeply rooted in the ecological and psychological terrain of the Doon Valley, his prose functions as a diagnostic for the Anthropocene—charting the rain of ash that defines modern loss.
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खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ...
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At night at night you're not here at night at night you're not here any more than day at night you're not here no more do I dre...
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A brick is made of earth and therefore it has no independent existence. It's existence is derived from the earth itself. The brick is th...

Intense and so real
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