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Rani Turton
,France
Independant writer and poet, originally from New Delhi, now living in France.
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Poetry
A Niche For Me in Your Heart
A Wooden Door, A Metal Key
Alas, Alone Am I
Artisan of Words
As I Lay Dying
At Sunset, Today
Beckon My Shadow
Blazing Suns Once Blackened Me
Blurred
Consolation, In Doubt
Cry Now, Relentless Fire
Deserts That Dance in My Mind
Every Day, While We May
Every Once In A While
Exist For Me
For You Who Grieve Tonight
Forget Me
Fragile, Fragile, Fragile
Grief
Handling The Pain
Hours
How Do These Feelings Matter?
I Cannot Promise You Eternal Love
I Have Managed, So Far
I Hear Your Voice
I Left My Heart Somewhere
I Pause But Life Goes On Anyway
I Saw a Bird Alone on a Tree
I Spoke to Liberty
I Thought Of A Place
If I Should See You Again
If I Tell You Not To Go
If You Have To Leave, Go Swiftly
Insubstantial
Lessons I Never Learned
Life in Pastel
Listening, Yes I'm Listening
Meanings and Definitions
My Beloved's Face
My Father, With His Arthritic Hands
My Mind Has A Mind
My Mind, In Blinding Light
My Soul, I Saw You
Mysteries
None, Nothing, Nowhere
Oh, Brittle Mind
One Day Old Age will Bend me Down
Paths that Lead Somewhere
Pillow of Dust
Secrets, Murmured When Alone
Sew My Heart with A Golden Needle
Shah Jahan's Dagger
So Far Have I Travelled
So Ordinary
Some Promises I Have Kept
Sometimes When I Forget
Speak To Me Then
Take this Day as Your Own
Talking To Nobody
The Days Are So Long, My Love
The Glass Of Wine Smiles
The Literary Blues
The Poet's World
The Rose and the Shadow
The Silent Lane
The Sometimes Song
The Turning Point
The Vase Fell on the Floor
The Waiting
This Emptiness Within
Through the Branches of a Tree, I Can See
Today, as Always
Unbearable Sorrow
Unfurl Your Wings
Walk Slowly through Bowered Lanes
When Fears Loom Large and Immense
Whispers Into The Brick Wall
You'll Be My Knight In Shining Armor
Your Fine-boned Hands are the Focus of My Dreams
Your Sweet Voice, My Child
