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Five Life Reflections of 2015

poem and image copyright neha 2015

poem and image copyright neha 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1.) It is okay to be yourself, to drift with your soul, to lay in peace.

Drifting on the cloud of imagination,

my bohemian soul,

finds peace

 

copyright neha2015 poem and image

copyright neha2015 poem and image

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2.) It is okay to be sad, to be mad, to cry when the heart is heavy…it’s okay to let go, okay to be human.

That day…

The world forgot to be kind,

and you forgot to be patient,

and in between figuring out who you were,

and where you came from,

and why you were here,

the clouds of life,

poured on you,

and your heart cried with the rain…

but,

when it was over,

and though the world did not change,

you felt lighter and soul felt cleansed,

and you noticed the smiles among the frowns,

and drenched in what was your pain,

you found that little piece of joy again,

you followed the rainbow of life.

 

image and poem copyright neha 2015

image and poem copyright neha 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3.) It is okay to be happy and to follow your dreams.

Today I am happy
chasing puddles
of the light heart…
splashing water
on my dreams
waking them to life…

Today I am happy
drifting away…
on the moonbeam
of hope
along sunshine
on forgotten meadows

doing nothing…

but chasing puddles
of the light heart
splashing water
on my dreams
waking them to life
today, I am happy.

 

poem and image copyright neha 2015

poem and image copyright neha 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4.) It’s okay to love and be grateful for what you have

In my attempt,

to get away from here

to find solace…

I found myself, grateful,

for all the love,

that surrounds me.

poetry and image copyright neha 2015

poetry and image copyright neha 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5.) It is okay to pray and to find the light in your heart amidst darkness and to find hope with each dawn.

Let me find hope…

In the gentlest of whispers,

which stops the  loudest of screams,

in the deepest of love,

where my heart can lean,

and find its way back from the darkest nights,

as I lay my mind, on the first morning light…

let me find hope.

 

 

 


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Reach

So many memories,

fall like enchanted rain,

of another time, another place…

When you held my hand, and hugged me,

cupped my little face, in your palms…

and now as I stare at the clear skies,

waiting with the deep blue ocean,

as the wind blows by, 

I hug you in my heart…

hoping, my hand will reach your soul

poetry and image copyright neha 2015

poetry and image copyright neha 2015


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Keep hope my heart

Keep hope my heart
for in this wayward journey
of infinite possibilities
the sadness that grips you
shall pass
keep hope my heart
and wish upon the stars
that travelled so far
to light the darkness
from a world apart
 
Keep hope my heart
for you are still beating
with love, with dreams, with life…
keep hope my heart. 
poetry and photography copyright neha 2015

poetry and photography copyright neha 2015


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Grandma’s Lap

Sometimes what she missed most about being a child was sleeping on her grandma’s lap, dreaming of all the characters in the fairy tales she heard before sleep. Her mind clear, without the veil of worries haunting her. Her heart free of the heavy weight she felt as an adult, of the things that needed to get done, of places she needed to be, of people she needed to heed.

She missed the innocent nights where she would just talk, all night, with her grandma about nothing and everything, without being judged…from the number of cookies she ate that day to the new friend she made at the park. Her grandma in turn would tell her about her own childhood stories of being the only girl in school growing up, about her favourite dish as a child, about her own grandma who she grew up with. They would lay there laughing about the neighbour next door who was too loud, they would talk about the fish they bought from the market that day. She missed her grandma’s laugh when she hugged her, but what she missed most was falling asleep on her grandma’s lap.

 

story and image copyright neha 2015

story and image copyright neha 2015