Drifting at the edge of the sea,
your heart swayed with the waves
that crashed in the caves, of the mind
in the memories that you would often rewind
when you lay with the open skies
tracing smiles on the clouds
of the faces your heart found
and loved…
drifting at the edge of the sea,
your heart swayed with the waves.
Perhaps one day you will listen
to the waves
as they glisten
under the rays
of the sun
perhaps one day you will listen…
poetry copyright neha 2020 and image borrowed from Sue Vincent
In response to Sue’s beautiful prompt #Writephoto
And in hindsight, it is many a times humbling
to see how things work in mysterious ways
you come together to appreciate this power
beyond you or any of your plans
that your may have made for days
So you stand watching the sun rays
spread across earth and appreciate
the small part you get to live,
in this magnificent play.
poetry copyright neha/ image borrowed from Sue Vincent
In response to Sue’s #Writephoto prompt.
And there are days
When the colors of the skies
filter through the darkness in our eyes,
At sunset and sunrise,
mesmerizing, the heart
Poetry and image copyright neha 2020
Her mind scattered
in abstract sadness
not quite here or there
a dull ache standing like a heavy weight
that refused to leave the heart.
poetry and image copyirght neha 2020
Nostalgic,
for a home,
that once was…
in between
the lyrics of an old song
Nostalgic,
for a time
lost…
in the pages of childhood.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
I choose to rise above the darkness
that sometimes haunts my thoughts
and welcome the light, with love.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Why do you hide me
to plaster a smile on your face
when you see them?
Why do you shred me in pieces
analyzing every angle,
tormenting your already tormented heart?
Why do you cradle me
with your favourite old school tune,
and drown in nostalgia,
on a lazy Saturday afternoon?
Why am I kept in this dusty part of your mind that is always so foggy
that you have a hard time accepting if I ever was real?
Why do you keep years worth of love stored away…
Is perhaps what the memory would say, if it could question the mind.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Napowrimo Day 6
Did not get a chance to post yesterday so will be posting Day 6 and Day 7 today.
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