This collection represents some of what I have written from 2001 to 2008, parts of which also presented in different group venues, and posted, rather conveniently, on the Forums I have tried to maintain in a British newspaper.

Since the publication of my initial Ramblings in 2009, this supposedly restless mind did not suddenly acquire Zen-tranquility. It continued to be what it has been for long and here is another installment of occasional thoughts, versified. I use versified not in the strictly traditional sense because it gets a bit too restrictive for the license some of us think we have or claim to have. These ramblings are mostly in a territory that is consciously kept apart from the areas of my professional interest. This territory involves governments, politics, nature, things and people -- people of faith, deep, shallow, desert-dry or fertile with pseudo-versions of Zen and Sufism. In this territory, the things that happen are often seen and considered in a somewhat different way, and the reactions felt and expressed, not always with due respect and reverence. There is no conscious attempt to organize or sequester these thoughts into groups or categories, but if one finds any trend in this tumbling out of thoughts, it may perhaps be largely attributed to some kind of chronological, evolutionary randomness. And if in these wanderings, some hills and valleys begin to look familiar to those who may know, they could well be but, I hope, seen from a different angle, tangential to a path rather less-familiar, and offering a somewhat different view. No two sunsets over a familiar hill are ever the same to an eye or a heart that is never tired of sunsets; every wave leaves behind its own set of previously unseen gifts each time it sweeps over and recedes from a well-trodden beach. Some of these ramblings have been offered before, quite extemporaneously, to informal gatherings but if anyone detects any tell-tale signs here, it would be either incidental or that my editorial revisions have not been as thorough as I had originally intended. T. Beeth November, 2013

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Anousha is a very sensitive poet. Her choice of words is exacting, and the emotions and feelings are well captured. She asks questions, motivates and inspires through her poetry. Anousha is a very talented poet. - Apoorva Srivastava IFS Officer Beautiful poems. Flow straight from the heart. Difficult emotions also articulated very sensitively. Poems traverse various genres and cater to different moods and moments. Youthful energy pervades every emotion.Good luck! Prof Abhishek Mishra Ex Cabinet Minister Government of Uttar Pradesh Inspired from the thoughts residing in the depths of a teenager’s mind, the book is a journey of love, introspection, revelation and reconciliation. It is a group of fine, young poems who will speak to you about life, society, love for self, the issues of today, questions for you and questions for me. Each poem is carefully handcrafted with the love and emotion of the poet who sincerely looks forward to your company in this trip of becoming ourselves.

Life is indeed a game that we all play to pass time; simply a series of days strung together, made up of how you planned or decided to spend the moments. Like any game how well it is played or whether life's circumstances are interpreted accurately, then used to the best advantage, makes losers and winners to varying degrees. Senseless insanity is alive and well within the world. The world is awash with unruly forces, that if not intent upon harming you do desire to become a destabilising force, either temporarily or over the long term. We are all participants in a charade, how life evolves and turns out all depend on how well the game is played. It is not wise or ideal to treat life like a game of chance, a random roll of the dice that can determine unpredictable outcomes. The cost of success is the careful application of well thought out concepts and ideas. Like any game preparation is critical; understanding the rules, knowing how to manipulate the dynamics at play efficiently to ones own advantage, understanding the intricacies of the rules and how to capitalise upon or create opportunities, pursuing whatever circumstances are present to maximise whatever potential exists to the best advantage. The potential opportunities in life are only limited by the inability to firstly comprehend them and secondly to fully utilise personal abilities to maximise the potential that is available. Don't wait for special times to evolve, rather create them in accordance with your true desires to experience what you wish to make real. Much like any game, the game of life has things that can be obtained, or things that can be lost. How the game is played, the value of the stakes, the opposing factions all come to dictate an outcome, be that favourable or lacking any resemblance of being lucky. A life lived based upon any reliance on luck or fate being favourable is tempting only to the over optimistic, or those extremely lucky ones or who were fortunate in the past and believe that good fortune will continue in the future. While it takes resources to control the world, the control of your own specific world environment is really within your potential to achieve. How you choose to control your world, as well as to what extent your desires are put into action, determine whether your life will meet your wishes or not. The amount of thought and energy you exhort, the persistence of that effort, all comes to determine whether and to what degree what you want is what you actually get. In life you may win or loose at times, it's basically just like playing a game; the right mentality is chancing the wheel of life by trusting and ensuring you will win just the same.

The enemy is defeated. The gods strike a truce. And the Dharkan strike against the gods. Victory has cost both gods and mortals dearly. The veil between life and death in Niflheim is thinner than ever. Try as they might, the gods are powerless against the influence of Time, and their past mistakes threaten not only their future but their very existence. Now the fate of eternity rests in the unlikely alliance between the goddess of the soul and a soulless Dharkan, as they must work together to achieve peace between the living and the dead in Aegea. And although their goals may seem similar, the motivations behind them couldn’t be more at odds with each other. Meanwhile, a greater enemy approaches. Or maybe it’s already here...

It is 1939. Eva Delectorskaya is a beautiful 28-year-old Russian émigrée living in Paris. As war breaks out she is recruited for the British Secret Service by Lucas Romer, a mysterious Englishman, and under his tutelage she learns to become the perfect spy, to mask her emotions and trust no one, including those she loves most. Since the war, Eva has carefully rebuilt her life as a typically English wife and mother. But once a spy, always a spy. Now she must complete one final assignment, and this time Eva can't do it alone: she needs her daughter's help.

“Oddný Eir is an authentic author, philosopher and mystic. She weaves together diaries and fiction. She is the writer I feel can best express the female psyche of now and has bridged the gap between rural Iceland and Western philosophy. A true pioneer!!!!!!!!” —Björk The winner of the Icelandic Women’s Literature Prize in 2012, Land of Love and Ruins is the debut novel by a daring new voice in international fiction: Oddný Eir. Written in the form of a diary but with fantastical linguistic verve, the narrator sets out on a universal quest: to find a place to belong—and a way of being in the world. Paradoxically, her longing to settle down drives her to embark on all kinds of journeys, physical and mental, through time and space, in order to find answers to questions that concern not only her personally, but also the whole of humankind. She explores various modes of living, ponders different types of relationships and contemplates her bond with her family, land and nation; trying to find a balance between companionship and independence, movement and stability, past, present, and future. An enchanting blend of autobiography, diary, philosophical inquiry, and fantasy, Land of Love and Ruins is a richly imagined and utterly unique book about being human in the modern world.