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thoughts from my mind to yours


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In love with the open skies – Napowrimo Day 12

Let your bare feet
touch the silent waves
that caresses the sand beneath you
Let your heart fall madly, deeply,
in love with the open skies,
let your mind be free of worries,
let it gently fly,
with the wind
kissing your face,
with love. 

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019


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Fix You – Napowrimo Day 11

I will wait for you
On the other side
Until you no longer want to hide 
From this ache that burns your insides
In flames 

I will offer you 
my hand to hold
So you don’t feel so cold
After you feel you have sold
Your heart away

I will wait for you 
until you open the door
Like I have many times before
To hug you close and say…
Even if you think the world moved on
And you feel you will never see the sun
You will be okay, perhaps not today,
Maybe not tomorrow but someday…
And until then, I will be right here 
To help you, fix you.

 

poetry nad image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

Napowrimo Day 11


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What’s the time – Napwrimo Day 10

What’s the time?

Is it time for the sun to come up

and kiss the earth

and watch her blush

spread across the sky…

Is it time for my love to come home

and hold me close

and feel me sigh,

in his arms…

What’s the time? 

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posting a day late but here is my poem for Day 10, day 11 will follow!


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If I love you…

After all these years, 
In an unguarded moment of playful banter,
when you ask me if I love you,
I squeeze your hand and smile…
those three words
Are a mere reflection
Of what I feel inside.

Our love has come a long way
From the initial flutter of the heart
To the blinding sunshine that drowned us
In the euphoria
Of our epiphany 
Of being in love…
My heart now beats like a quiet prayer
Rising and falling like the ocean
That goes beyond the questions
And answers of words…
It holds the quiet moments
Of what is left unspoken
Like when I hug you from behind
At the middle of the night
And you pull me closer
And kiss my palm.

That kiss means more to me
than the thousand
Kisses we shared under clear skies
And moonlit nights of joyful days
That kiss is what keeps me going
On days we are too tired and weak
And feel frustrated with life.
That kiss is hope of a new dawn
Of loving you
After crude words bottled inside
Erupted in the space between us
Its reaching out with a sincere apology
Of how we can move forward
Despite of our occasional grudges
We at times reserve only for each other
But I wouldn’t have it any other way
For in these flawed moments
Is when we find our love grow deeper…

We are more than sunlit afternoons 
And carefully crafted love letters,
More than the poetry and the art we create…
But in this moment of playful banter,
When you ask me if I love you,
I squeeze your hand
My heart still flutters
When you squeeze back.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Napowrimo Day 7


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If your memory could speak to your mind…Napowrimo Day#6

Why do you hide me
to plaster a smile on your face
when you see them?
Why do you shred me in pieces
analyzing every angle,
tormenting your already tormented heart?
Why do you cradle me
with your favourite old school tune,
and drown in nostalgia,
on a lazy Saturday afternoon?
Why am I kept in this dusty part of your mind that is always so foggy
that you have a hard time accepting if I ever was real?
Why do you keep years worth of love stored away…
Is perhaps what the memory would say, if it could question the mind.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Napowrimo Day 6

 

Did not get a chance to post yesterday so will be posting Day 6 and Day 7 today.


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But I keep forgetting

I try,
But I keep forgetting,
The morning dream
That disappeared
When I opened my eyes.
Leaving me in a daze,
Inside the haze,
Of colors and sounds
That drown, my insides
With something
No word can describe,
My memory, fragmented
In pieces…
Hide 
from my conscious mind
As I try to remember…
But I keep forgetting.

 

poetry and image copyright 2019 neha

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Napowrimo Day 5, Happy Friday Everyone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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When he smiled…

He smiled in his sleep,
and her heart skipped a beat…
after hours of cradling,
and singing lullabies offbeat,
to a crying little human,
who didn’t want to sleep…
shook his rattle,
louder than his shriek,
while playing hide and go seek,
who threw up on her arm,
after his meal
and babbled as though
he could speak…
During his bath,
A moment she wished she could steal,
And store away…
Just like now, when he smiled in his sleep.

 

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Napowrimo Day 4