And sometimes
all you could do
was watch sunshine filter through
the evening skies
at day’s end
and smile
poetry and image copyright neha 201
Day’s End
Tag Archives: day
Listen
Listen,
to the sound of wind
that lightens your heart,
and silence the chaos
of your mind,
for a day.
poetry and image copyright neha 2016
Sunlight
Bleeding you out
until day’s end
until night falls…
sunlight
free google image/ poetry copyright neha 2015
Letters
You missed handwritten letters
and seeing the alphabets portray a distinct character
of the sender,
on the page.
poem and image copyrighe neha 2015
In my dreams…
Calm night across the river,
That’s hard to see in the middle of day.
Calm night across the river,
Where there is no farmer to make hay.
Calm night across the river,
Where large waves slowly capsize.
Calm night across the river,
Where moon lights brightly every night.
It’s the place where the trees dance,
Giving off a gentle breeze,
It’s where we all rest when we hand in our day’s keys.
Calm night across the river,
It’s the place I see in my dreams.
free google image/ poem copyright neha 2015
Moonrise
The day passed by
like a blink of an eye
and with your thoughts scattered in the sky
you waited for the moon to rise
again
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Unfolding
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The day unfolded
quietly
as your mind drifted
full of distractions
a blatant contrast
to the serene light that fell on you
as you laid out your thoughts
bare
open like the skies
infinite with possibilities
of going anywhere…
but as the light faded into darkness
and the night sang the soft lullaby
you drifted again
to the beginning
or was it the end…
in the circle of life.
poem and image copyright neha 2015
Lay
I lay on the crosswalk of time,
watching the days turn into night,
Neither forward nor rewind,
I just lay,
in the moment,
with you.
Unfolding
The day unfolded
quietly
as your mind drifted
full of distractions
a blatant contrast
to the serene light that fell on you
as you laid out your thoughts
bare
open like the skies
infinite with possibilities
of going anywhere…
but as the light faded into darkness
and the night sang the soft lullaby
you drifted again
to the beginning
or was it the end…
in the circle of life.
poem and image copyright neha 2015
Whims of The Heart
Sometimes…
we seek the day
when it is night
and seek the night
when it is day
we want to run away
when it is time to stay
and stay
when we have to run away
sometimes…
Sometimes…
we are our own contradiction
seeking things we have already found
our dreams are under our own restrictions
and in our minds we are bound,
to the unwritten code of acceptance…
sometimes…
and sometimes…
amidst these whims of the heart,
we truly see
all that we can possibly be
loving the moment for what it is
free…
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