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Intrinsically from career per se, as a learning and development professional spearheading numerous business units in HR compass, Jyoti Nair is quite intrigued, with respect to the human behavior spectrum, its layered richness, and uncanny complexities. She believes in the need to harness her writing abilities as experimental plugs to connect with people, with their myriad of thought-tunnels. She feels, that’s the pulsating cusp, where the process of writing gallops, in its optimal propensity, towards her as an alchemy: gnawing, prodding, embracing her in varied frequencies. She has been intermittently greasing her quill for many years now, yet every literary piece unfolds as an awakening, while she loves to create canvases anew. Ms. Nair has recently adopted a nom de plume as ‘Aarya.’ Her works have found havens in distinguished poetry journals: The Kali Project & Through The Looking Glass – Indie Blue Publication Ventures, Impspired, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Open Skies Quarterly, Journal of Expressive Writing, Indian Periodical, and The Times Group Femina. She has won some key accolades in the literary landscape, such as, The Certificate of Excellence by English Poets and Literary Excellence Certificate by Gujarat Sahitya Academy. She envisages dawns where her poetry could be mobilized as indomitable propellers, to accelerate the eradication of blatant social evils.


Trigger Warning

It was that night
A night, that exhaled
conniving and boastful teal-helix
A night that gnawed
at the eyebrows of the moon-flower
After many dawdling promissory-bruises
smeared on her prancing lips
A night that had claws
heinous enough to slit her mornings
All those boisterous mornings
as if those were linen curtains
so thin and fragile
As if that night had the power
to scrape all the hues
those celestial brushes had scrounged for her…
Sequinned silver-breaths from mermaid-tails
Tenacious red-clasps of Jupiter-spangles
It was that night, that wily-treason…
That made her realise…
Certain things never walk to you as anticipated
Irrespective of how deep
you must have excavated yourself
To make home for those things in you

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