forgottenmeadows

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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

free google image/ poem copyright neha 2015

 


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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 poem and image copyright neha 2015

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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

poem and image copyright neha 2015


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Whims of The Heart

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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…