thoughts from my mind to yours


Terracotta Sky

You stood,

at the edge of your thoughts

staring at the terracotta sky,

wondering why,

they fly, away.


poetry and image copyright neha 2020


The moon and the melancholic heart

In quiet nights

when the heart rains…

with cloud of grief,

we know as pain…

silently falling,

against the mind…

and no space,

is enough to hide…

you know,

cause you have tried…

so you just lie,

under the moon,

and drift with the tune,

of the melancholic heart,

as it rains.


poetry and image copyright neha 2020