The moon and the melancholic heart

In quiet nights

when the heart rains…

with cloud of grief,

we know as pain…

silently falling,

against the mind…

and no space,

is enough to hide…

you know,

cause you have tried…

so you just lie,

under the moon,

and drift with the tune,

of the melancholic heart,

as it rains.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2020

Surf

Poetry copyright Neha 2019

My Heart

Keep hope my heart

for in this wayward journey

of infinite possibilities,

the sadness that grips you

shall pass…

keep hope my heart,

and wish upon the stars

that traveled so far

to light the darkness

from a world apart.

Keep hope my heart

for you are still beating

with love, with dreams, with life…

keep hope my heart.

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Speak

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.

 

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Truth of the Heart

Often, the truth of the heart
remains unspoken…
it hides in the quiet corners of the mind
as an abstract distraction
seeking solace
inside the thoughts
that offer some understanding
to the chaos inside.

 

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Be Kind

And when the world

overwhelms the mind…

be kind, to your heart.