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.

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 2020
And when you find all the little pieces
scatter them back to the winds
for they are the hearts of bohemian wanderers
who find themselves in the sky.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image from pexels credit goes to original artist