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To those who carry both scars and stars—these are whom Prajkta dedicates her book to. I loved that. Just a simple dedication, and yet it encompasses everyone. The book has won the first century Emily Dickinson award.
The book is Prajkta’s debut poetry collection (42 pages), a tender exploration of what we carry within us—storms, grief, love, longing, reflection, loss, and tenderness. She calls these emotional feelings: The Weather in her Mind. And indeed, that’s how the verses read, too.
Take the 1st poem: Living in a world of silent screams, I find solace in the magic of dreams. Between pages, I disappear—where fiction feels more real than here.
Or, the 7th one: You look sad, and I look away. Tears in your eyes break my heart. You cry for the girl, who broke yours. And I mourn a love that was never mine.
Beautiful verses!
There were a few other poems that I loved.
Poem 24 (I found this sad and yet true for life): I miss my carefree laugh, the times I smiled without reasons, when joy didn’t need permission, and the world hadn’t quite learned how to break my spirit.
Poem 31 (I found this especially poignant): The goodbye came without a warning—one day you were by my side, the other just an empty space just silence folding itself into my mornings. I still set two cups on the table. Still turn to tell you things. Grief is strange like that—it pretends you’re just late, not gone.
Poem 40 (I loved the quiet strength that pulsates through these verses): The storm didn’t ask for permission to arrive. It thundered through me, tore pages from my sky. But I stood in the rain, arms open, unafraid. Learned the language of lightning, how silence hums after pain.
If you love poetry and are looking for a short collection that you can read over a cup of coffee, but one that will leave you with lingering emotions, pick this one up.
