forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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Dreamer

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.

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Thoughts

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.

poetry copyright neha 2020/ image from pexels credit goes to original artist


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Rainbow

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


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Calling #Writephoto

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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Open #WritePhoto

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. 🙂