Forever

In the borrowed junction of time,

your heart embraced mine,

like it was forever…

and now,

no longer enslaved to time,

I hold your hands in mine,

and our heart knows,

it was, is, and always will be,

forever.

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Poet’s Play

Playing with words,

fills the heart of a poet with glee,

where he or she can run free,

of expectations, 

set by society. 

copyright neha 2015 image and poem

Sun-Kissed

Kissed by the golden hue of the sun

the sky stretches from sleep

as far as eyes can see…

blushing red,

it greets the sun

with a smile.

free google image of sunrise / poem copyright neha 2015