Drifting at the edge of the sea,
your heart swayed with the waves
that crashed in the caves, of the mind
in the memories that you would often rewind
when you lay with the open skies
tracing smiles on the clouds
of the faces your heart found
and loved…
drifting at the edge of the sea,
your heart swayed with the waves.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
She stood at the edge of sanity
with echoes of stardusts
vibrating her being.
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
You did not know
where to begin
as you stood on the edge of your thoughts
trying to find sense
in the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain
pouring outside your window
tapping on the cold pebbles
of your heart
displacing logic
a tad bit to the left
of what you felt was right…
you did not know.
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
You did not know
where to begin
as you stood on the edge of your thoughts
trying to find sense
in the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain
pouring outside your window
tapping on the cold pebbles
of your heart
displacing logic
a tad bit to the left
of what you felt was right…
you did not know.
poetry and image copyright neha 2016
You did not know
where to begin
as you stood on the edge of your thoughts
trying to find sense
in the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain
pouring outside your window
tapping on the cold pebbles
of your heart
displacing logic
a tad bit to the left
of what you felt was right…
you did not know.
poem and image copyright 2016 neha
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