Recently, the states of West Bengal and Odissa in India were hit by cyclone amphan causing devastating damage…my grandmas and relatives still live in one of the cities affected and had no electricity for 72 hours…this along with the pandemic has left the place shattered…although my relatives are safe many were not so fortunate…i pray for all affected and hope they get the help needed during this difficult time.
#prayforbengal
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Happy Monday!
Neha
They said life was complicated
Complicated to decipher between what was real and what laid in your mind
Mind that was this unique organ where you could fast forward or rewind
Rewind thoughts of the heart
Heart that laid distracted chasing musings
Musings that floated on the simple breeze
Breeze that you felt with the first and last light of the sun
Sun that peeked through the grey clouds of earth
Earth that rotated and revolved, a small planet of the huge universe
Universe that humbled you back to appreciating the simplicity of humanity.
poem copyright neha 2015 and image from google search
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Tread gently,
for behind those eyes you see
lies a lady
dreaming her last dream…
Tread gently,
for behind those eyes,
lies a child
looking at the skies
for the first time…
Tread gently,
for behind those eyes
lies a man
building his home of imagination…
Tread gently,
for behind those eyes
lies a person
whose heart has been broken a million times
but they still send a smile
to the new day….
Tread gently,
for the world awaits…
in hope of kindness.
image and poem copyright neha 2015
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/serenity/
Sometimes,
as we race against time
figuring out
what is yours and what is mine
we fall behind
on noticing,
what matters…
We forget to feel…
the fresh morning breeze
that puts our heart, at ease
forget to rest our eyes
on the clear blue skies,
forget that in this world
we all move homeward,
toward our hearts,
together…
Sometimes,
as we race against time
figuring out
what is yours and what is mine
we fall behind
on noticing,
what matters…
we forget to say,
Thank you!
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