My new poetry book

Water Bearer’s Song, Poems by V Paliwal. Cover art by Rashmi Paliwal. Published by Finishing Line Press.

My new poetry book 'Water Bearer’s Song' is in its advanced sales currently and a copy can be ordered from below link. Pre sales end January 8th. Published by Finishing Line Press.

Reading here first piece from the collection- titled ‘Seasonless Winter’.

Mythical creatures of mother winter

Image by Vaishali Paliwal

As I have dived deep in the frozen waters of winter, matched rhythm of my breath with the silent whispers of this season, found the goddess earth in her deepest meditation of the year, walked miles across the forest of snow with my eyes following the eyes of the baby…

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All the new birds sent by mother sun welcome my shadow and my skin.

Mother sun who rules the lion, wears flowers of gold, carries the life force, Shakti herself, has the power to manifest all my dreams.

Here in her embrace I breathe her light, hold her form that is a circle without a circumference.

Without the shape of her circle, without the dot of her illumination, I step into this vast sea of rush of bright light, just life, the source and her children.

In the joy of swimming in her golden sea along with every other being and object illuminated by her, I find my dream manifested.

I am happy and alive connected with all the threads of this life and the other worlds.

The mystery of existence and this breath beautifully unraveled in the bright light of my Mother Sun.


Dear friends,

Hope this finds you and your families safe, happy and healthy. We have recently launched live sessions to read our work from Soul & Sea and further explore the topics of spirituality that we have covered since the launch of the publication.

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Thank you for your continued contributions to this publication and keeping it alive and well. Thanks to the readers for supporting us so well all this time.

Take care and warm regards,


Such a surreal time to be living in.
I know we say that this is not the first time humanity has faced times like this, and yet, we are in an unique realm where we are for the first time connected in such strange ways.
No other generation was meeting a…

I picked the lock and let it drown in the river.
No. I let the key get carried away in the wave half-blind.

Rather I lost both the lock and the key to my bags of paper
As he stumbled to keep filling our sea with his saliva.

I kept floating with my eyes on the blood orange sun
He kept swimming in the froth water, swimming for salt.

There is a world far away, not of the sand, not of the poem.
Neither yours nor mine. There is a median without a tongue.

I remember the violent sounds of our neighborhood nightjar
Night after night after night. I know now what he cried for.

V Paliwal

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