Book Launch

I am delighted to share with you the launch of my poetry book ‘OF SILHOUETTE WORDS AND MOONFLOWERS’ .This is my first book and it is an attempt to showcase the myriad hues of life .

Of Silhouette Words & Moon flowers  explores life silhouetted in expression , existence and experience.

The Silhouette is  a part of us, beings of day and night  , so succinctly described by Zara Ventris “I am the child of the Moon, being raised by the Sun, in a world walked by the stars and a sky drawn with flowers”.

Words , are eternal voyagers  in time, bearing  our feelings and emotions, steadfast in their loyalty to us.

Moon flowers are known to glow just like the full moon, they hold the meaning of the mysteries of the intuition , the mystical movement of the stars and moon, and are symbols of delicate femininity. 

“The moon has dripped gold onto us, from all of the nights that we laid awake under the stars , dreaming with our hearts and singing with our souls.”, these words by Emily Marie so aptly capture that essence I have tried to portray in this book.

There are five themes in this book . Paper Boat Trails  seeks to highlight the fascination and delight paper boats evoke with earthy metaphors  endeavouring  to look beyond the mists of reality.

There is a hearty welcome awaiting in my  imaginary land, In The Land of “Things to Write”  which talks about in as many poetic words, the writer’s block , stories of letters ,the frustrations and joys of writing.

Words Are Me  is an effort to bring out the light, joyful and sombre side of us.

Then there is the dark side of life, The Grey Twilight ,  that seeks to explore the other world and its shadowy undertones.

I have taken up Time as a theme to portray it’s permanence in our existence and the myriad ways it shows up in our lives.

These poetry works are an attempt to showcase fascinating hues of life with humour, truth and understanding.

This poetry book , seeks to enthuse thoughts and emotions , being forged from a woman’s perspective on life and love, with  silhouettes of words interspersed with the magical light of the elements as symbolised by the moon flowers.


It is this thread of magic interwoven in our lives

that makes us search for our own stars

walking in moon dust and star sun shine

painted  a little in the glow of moonflower blooms

for all of us are in the playgrounds of grief and joy.



I hope you enjoy reading the poems as I did enjoy writing them.

It is available on Smashwords ,Kindle ,Amazon, Flipkart and Zorba books.

Check it out and order your copy today.

KOMAL GUPTA ( tejaswiniaura)






Chatter on the radio

endless stream of illogical words,

A song, a screech

Piercing sounds of nails on a blackboard

Humming, a drum drumming

Pitter patter sounds of water or ghost feet?

dreams, nightmares a sweet treat

jangled nerves, little city sleep

boarded up houses, stairs creaking

chairs pushed by unseen hands

The chatter inane insane

A mad hatter, a cheshire cat,

smiling at all that

The radio,

now, sings a lullaby come along.

The walls close in slilently.



picture credit :- Pixabay

The Waters…


In the Waters of Writing,

flow tides of enamoured desires.

Love, arrow stricken bleeds

casting a reddish hue onto

churning waves, frothy white

despair dipped, depths red inked

lashing out in a frenzy.

These are unsaid words.

swords unsheathed with life.



Oshun:- West African goddess of sweet waters,beauty,love and artistry.

Picture credit Pinterest

Artist:-Annelie ( As mentioned in the image)


Unfold into another reality, seen and unseen….

New post up….a sudden thought and this poem was written…. Inspiration comes from the unlikeliest of places!!🌻🌹🤠

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Love Denied



These words are in the way

scattered, inane

climbing the steps of abysses.

I have wept

crawled on all fours

trying to know more.

Why do I fall so deep within

the cages of those glorious eyes?

Swept into oceans of emotions.

Gasping in fitful breaths of

leftover love,

You throw my way.

Couldn’t care less, could you?

I give way….I go away.





Loneliness stopped by for a while

bringing silence as his companion.

The wind whistled shrilly through the door.

“Tell him to go back !

He is not your friend for evermore !”

I watched him as he made himself comfortable,

stopping the clock’s chime.

Dark corners began to have a life of their own,

dancing in delight,

flickers of light , so merry, so sad

A blight.

Silence settled down into

corners and nooks,

breathing heavily, for it was cold.

An icy breeze filled the house,

swaying the curtains in out.

A dreary pace now had life.

There were no cries, no strife.

A calmness that held anger in chains bound.

Ah ! I heard Loneliness had stopped by,

I had to say good bye.

It wasn’t my fight.


Streets of flowing Time.

As I walked along

on the streets of flowing Time

you were there, a few steps behind.

Smiling a wiry smile, a twinkle

in the eye,

watching bemused ,

as I searched for you.

With rosy sunglasses

tinted views adorned,

looking for love in all the

wrong places.

Only a matter of sweet seconds,

before you crossed my path,

catching me,

as I was falling apart.

On the streets of flowing Time.



Picture credit is mine!!😊🌻💖

Streets of Hong Kong.