Wild Heart,
Born to no Religion…
Why does it rain,
when you cry?
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
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Lonely Heart
And some days,
the lonely heart,
lay on barren lands
and spoke to the summer sky,
which did not ask how or why,
it came to be.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
And when you saw love – Napowrimo day 16
poetry copyright neha 2019
No word – Napowrimo Day 14
No word was enough
to describe you,
so the heart let the fingers speak.
as it caressed your soul.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Heart of Daydreamers – Napowrimo Day 13
Dear Heart of Daydreamers,
what do you dream on a Sunday afternoon,
laying under the low hanging moon
already peeking behind the clouds
What do you dream?
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Begin Again – Napowrimo Day 8
She tried so hard
but her heart
did not have any beats left
to begin again
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Posting a day late but here was my piece for day 8 of #napowrimo
If I love you…
After all these years,
In an unguarded moment of playful banter,
when you ask me if I love you,
I squeeze your hand and smile…
those three words
Are a mere reflection
Of what I feel inside.
Our love has come a long way
From the initial flutter of the heart
To the blinding sunshine that drowned us
In the euphoria
Of our epiphany
Of being in love…
My heart now beats like a quiet prayer
Rising and falling like the ocean
That goes beyond the questions
And answers of words…
It holds the quiet moments
Of what is left unspoken
Like when I hug you from behind
At the middle of the night
And you pull me closer
And kiss my palm.
That kiss means more to me
than the thousand
Kisses we shared under clear skies
And moonlit nights of joyful days
That kiss is what keeps me going
On days we are too tired and weak
And feel frustrated with life.
That kiss is hope of a new dawn
Of loving you
After crude words bottled inside
Erupted in the space between us
Its reaching out with a sincere apology
Of how we can move forward
Despite of our occasional grudges
We at times reserve only for each other
But I wouldn’t have it any other way
For in these flawed moments
Is when we find our love grow deeper…
We are more than sunlit afternoons
And carefully crafted love letters,
More than the poetry and the art we create…
But in this moment of playful banter,
When you I ask me if I love you,
I squeeze your hand
My heart still flutters
When you squeeze back.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Napowrimo Day 7
