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Prayer

Amidst the silence of deep solitude

You close your eyes

and pray.

poem and image copyright neha 2015

poem and image copyright neha 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi Everyone,

My grandma has not been feeling too well lately and I would truly appreciate all your prayers and good wishes for her ❤ ❤

 

 

 


My Home In the Stars

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I will carry my home with me,

in the stars I see every night…

 

For they hold the stories,

my grandma told me,

the walks on the beach,

with the family,

and the moment,

when my heart,

first took flight.

 

I will carry my home with me,

in the stars I see every night…

 

For when I lose sight,

of where I am,

they comfort me,

like they comforted my ancestors,

eons before I was born,

guiding them with light.

 

I will carry my home with me,

in the stars I see every night…

 

For their infinite beauty,

keeps me grounded,

no matter how high I fly,

reminding me who I am,

and where I come from,

as I sail across the sky.

 

I will carry my home with me,

in the stars I see every night.

starrrs

* Free google Image from wallpaper.

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My Home In the Stars

I will carry my home with me,

in the stars I see every night…

 

For they hold the stories,

my grandma told me,

the walks on the beach,

with the family,

and the moment,

when my heart,

first took flight.

 

I will carry my home with me,

in the stars I see every night…

 

For when I lose sight,

of where I am,

they comfort me,

like they comforted my ancestors,

eons before I was born,

guiding them with light.

 

I will carry my home with me,

in the stars I see every night…

 

For their infinite beauty,

keeps me grounded,

no matter how high I fly,

reminding me who I am,

and where I come from,

as I sail across the sky.

 

I will carry my home with me,

in the stars I see every night.

starrrs

* Free google Image from wallpaper.

 

* The daily prompt: An Ounce of Home sparked this piece in my mind 🙂

 

 

 


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Walks in the Dawn

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You and I would go for walks,

in the wee hours of dawn,

talking about little things,

like birds, chirping in the morn…

Hand in hand we would walk,

in those beautiful days,

stepping on the dry leaves,

as we walked by the lake.

I loved to see the broad smile,

that filled up your face,

when you told me stories,

of your childhood days.

I parted with you with a promise,

that we would walk again,

But you had it broken,

For you, the journey was to end.

You left me without saying goodbye,

left me with only memories to hold…

So that when I would walk again,

I would think of you some more…

Think of the birds, the trees,

and the stories that were told.

I can’t hold it against you,

though I can’t say I haven’t tried,

I was mad at you for leaving,

without saying good bye.

Well, I guess farewell wasn’t a word in your book,

You did prefer sunrise,

So I will remember the walks in the dawn,

till I see you again, and get a chance to say “Hi”

**This was written a while ago as a tribute to my grandfather ( dad’s dad) who passed away when I was fifteen. For those of you who have been following my blog, this is my other grandpa not the same one I mentioned in the post On Goodbyes and See you laters   . He is my mom’s dad and is still living. Both of them are very special to me.

 

 


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On Goodbyes and See You Laters

It is always hard for me to say goodbye, and so I tend to stick to ‘see you later’ in my mind for the people I love. I found it ironic when the thought of goodbye popped in my mind for my first post in my new blog. But perhaps, it was that “ see you later” I was clinging on to…

In our last visit, my grandfather told us to lead our life in a way so when we leave, our life can act as a guide to lost souls who are trapped in their thoughts/journey to help them move forward. He was quoting a poem, I can’t quite recall my memory not being as sharp as his at 95. I digress, the point is he told us that on the last day of our visit and he was/is inspiring. Perhaps I will never remember the exact quote, but I will never forget the meaning behind it. And when I next say goodbye to a loved one I want them to know…

I will remember their smiles and their weird laughs

I will remember that random story that connected us

I will remember their madness

I will remember their quirks

I will remember sunlit afternoons

I will remember paper boats and storms

I will perhaps even faintly remember the lines on their hands

I may not remember all the words exchanged between us but I will remember their heart, and no matter how far the distance in time or in miles that pass between us,  to their heart I shall say “ See you later” …

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