Wound

The deepest of wounds

sometimes come

from the gentlest of silence

when words are left,

unheard

poetry and image copyright neha 2016

Steal

Pondering…

a side effect

of the poet’s heart

with soul words

stealing the mind

poetry and image copyright neha 2016

In my father’s eyes

Happy Father’s Day!

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I will always remember the look in my father’s eyes

the day he saw me as a bride

his little girl all grown up

And as we both were never any good

at showing our emotions

we  hugged and stood, with the lumps in our throats

without any question

of what was in our minds

Memories drifted in that singular moment

of warm summers and car rides

of unyielding banters with no ‘right’ sides

and my childhood took long strides

to get back in that moment where my father

was still looking at me…

with the love that we both felt

which never needed words

and was always held, in my father’s eyes.

poetry and image copyright2015 neha

Dedicated to my dad who has always been there for me 🙂 Happy Father’s Day to him and all the amazing fathers out there!

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Peace – A Collaboration

This is the fourth piece of collaboration between my good friend Michael and I. We have decided to do one collaboration per month for five months…Due to our busy schedules we have missed a month here and there but we hope you enjoy this piece. If you haven’t checked out Michael’s talented writing yet, I suggest you visit his blog https://originaldante.wordpress.com/ now!

As always, it was a pleasure to work with Michael on this…Peace was the subject of our muse and it was quite interesting to see how it came together.

Michael in this color

I am in this color

 

A medium

That best magnifies

A piece of my mind

To give me peace of mind,

Hand me the pen

And cue the white dove,

No pre-determined formula

Nor appraisal for the zen

We search for everyday.

But when luck has it

And light seeps

From this vessel,

The result of being

An advocate for light,

Touching souls

On being able to relate,

On ups and downs;

No greater euphoria.

When all is said and done

Granting peace to others

Far supersedes

My endless search

For inner peace.

Peace was born

in the eye of the storm

when time stood still

Peace was held

without expectations, without condemnations

without the dollar bill

Peace was yours

Peace was mine