The deepest of wounds
sometimes come
from the gentlest of silence
when words are left,
unheard
Happy Father’s Day!
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!
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
Peace was free
Peace was found in quiet contemplations
in heart’s whispers
amidst the silence of trees
I searched for peace
in nature’s soul
to be whole
to find me.
Poetry copyright Michael and Neha 2016