All the perhaps and maybes
linger in the distant land of tomorrow,
where one day,
on a sunlit morning,
we will let them go.
In the quiet hum of the rising sun
When heart’s sigh,
My beautiful earth gently spun
Writing a sonnet in the sky.
Spinning like nobody was watching,
My earth danced away
Unaware of the lives it was touching,
In every part of the day.
Splattering the colours of its soul
My earth sung with the trees
And that song made me whole,
As I felt the morning breeze.
My earth, my earth, my earth, where would I go without you?
Your poetry feeds my soul, you cast away all my blues.
Frayed memories
Find solace in clouds
Your presence linger…
In the winds
Abstract grief
Of the distracted heart…
Poetry and image copyright neha 2017
Stand tall with your dreams
Don’t let the world pull them down…
Stride forward with your imagination
It’s the Dreamers who create history
Who paint this cosmos with colors
The world is yet to see…
So, stand tall with your dreams.
poetry and image copyirght neha 2017