A face so honest
the kind of face
I might remember
like light and shadow
on calm waters
eyes plunging into my body
so intense
that I struggle to stay afloat
to see the sky of stars
a smile like the eagle above
encircling 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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