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.
Thoughts wrapped around clouds,
found solace,
in the evening skies.
Tread gently,
for behind those eyes you see
lies a lady
dreaming her last dream…
Tread gently,
for behind those eyes,
lies a child
looking at the skies
for the first time…
Tread gently,
for behind those eyes
lies a man
building his home of imagination…
Tread gently,
for behind those eyes
lies a person
whose heart was broken a million times
but they still smile
for the new day….
Tread gently,
for the world awaits…
in hope for kindness.
In between the branches of the human condition
you fall like fireflies of stardust
of dreams that travel through the world
of sparkling stars
burning through the cosmos
you fall,
gently,
softly,
tired,
you fall,
into the black hole…
asleep.
Loving you…
is like counting stars
with infinite blessings
that fill the sky…
like you,
fill my heart.
Happy Valentine’s Everyone!
My love for you
goes beyond all silver linings
from the darkest storm
it stretches like the wind
to glorious sunlit days
beyond all seasons…
it waves at the universe
with the constant rhythm
of being alive,
of being in love…
My love for you
folds like a gentle prayer
in silent waves
of the vast ocean
that does not question
the emotions
of the heart
rising and falling
like the tides…
My love for you…
is endless hope
with infinite dreams
and peaceful sleeps
of holding you close
in my heart.
The art of falling in love
is much simpler than the art of staying in love
It’s like writers and their words
the epiphany of a new thought
is exhilarating much like falling in love,
But putting it down on paper,
and then carefully crafting the story
takes times, takes patience, at times,
takes tears and frustration, but most of all takes love…
so fall in love,
Nurture it and write your own love story.
And even with all the heartaches,
she would still seek love
for she was a daydreamer
who chased the wild echoes
of a distant dream.
And it’s always hard to part,
with the ones who hold your heart.
and you wish you could hold,
goodbyes, for another day…
poetry copyright neha 2021
Like a dreamer,
weaving colourful dreams,
November came…
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