Loving you…
is like counting stars
with infinite blessings
that fill the sky…
like you,
fill my heart.
Loving You
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Love
Under this silence of the skies,
let your heart speak,
for it knows not the diplomacy of the mind,
when it asks the stars,
about love.
My Love
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.
Seeking Love
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.
Love Story
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.
On the occasion of Valentine’s I will post a few of my poems on love! Much love to all of you and Happy Valentine’s!
Neha
Words
I give you my words,
wrapped with pieces of my heart,
fragmented muse of the soul,
I give you my words.
Love
It was not always like matches and wildfires,
but their love…
was like peaceful sleep
after a long hard day,
like sunrise after a dark storm,
fresh, like the smell of flowers that lingered,
long after one walked away,
their love was like answers
to questions of the heart.
Gone too Soon
And with a blink of an eye
you are one with the sky
reminding us of how fragile,
we are…
and that time
only exists when you actually live
in the moment
for tomorrow, we all become stardust.
Poetry
And some days…
she mused with the skies,
Writing poetry,
in between the branches of life.
Tears
And where the flowers don’t bloom,
and the grass don’t grow,
my tears go,
as rain.
