Always a dreamer,
you strayed to the far side
between fact and fiction
where you could see stars
in the middle of the day
twinkling in the sky
just for you,
to whistle
the tunes of the heart…
feeling content,
on the simple notion,
of being happy.
Contemplation of the quiet mind…
as it slowly rewinds
the cascading waves
of thoughts
falling in an infinite abyss
of feelings
that drift in your eyes
floating in the skies
of everlasting dreams
drifting with the winds
of dark storms
looming at the edge of the sea
as you fly free
in the pouring rain
of the subdued pain
of the world
floating gently
with the contemplation…
of the quiet mind.
That day…
The world forgot to be kind,
and you forgot to be patient,
and in between figuring out who you were,
and where you came from,
and why you were here,
the clouds of life,
poured on you,
and your heart cried with the rain…
but,
when it was over,
and though the world did not change,
you felt lighter and soul felt cleansed,
and you noticed the smiles among the frowns,
and drenched in what was your pain,
you found that little piece of joy again,
you followed the rainbow of life.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ image from pexels
Sometimes,
amidst the chaos of a storm,
you hear your calling,
as clear
as the heartbeat within you,
time pauses only for a second
for you to reflect
and perhaps follow
this feeling
and sometimes, if you are lucky,
you find yourself too.
poetry copyright neha 2019/ image borrowed from Sue Vincent
In response to the #Writephoto prompt by Sue Vincent. Thank you Sue for the inspiration.
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There is an abstract displacement of sadness
open to interpretation for the mass
reading the diary of your face
opening doors that you try to keep shut…
but the wind of grief
swings them slightly
for all to take a peek
in the grey tunnels of your mind
where there is an abstract displacement of sadness.
poetry copyright neha 2019 / image borrowed from Sue Vincent
In response to Sue’s Thursday #WritePhoto Prompt. 🙂
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