The day unfolded,
quietly,
as your mind drifted,
full of distractions.
A blatant contrast
to the serene light that fell on you,
as you laid out your thoughts
bare,
open like the skies,
infinite with possibilities,
of going anywhere…
but as the light faded into darkness
and the night sang the soft lullaby
you drifted again
to the beginning
or was it the end
in the circle of life.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image from pexels
And some days…
she mused with the skies,
Writing poetry,
in between the branches of life.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
Sunday afternoons and baking
Still crave,
the sweet and simple,
Things in life.
Poetry and image copyright neha 2020
Poetry and image copyright neha 2020
And some days…
she mused with the skies,
Writing poetry,
in between the branches of life.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
The day unfolded
quietly
as your mind drifted
full of distractions
a blatant contrast
to the serene light that fell on you
as you laid out your thoughts
bare
open like the skies
infinite with possibilities
of going anywhere…
but as the light faded into darkness
and the night sang the soft lullaby
you drifted again
to the beginning
or was it the end…
in the circle of life.
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
Stuck in the carousel of dreams
her eyes didn’t open
when life called
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
And in our hearts,
We were forever young…
our life,
a kaleidoscope of colors,
filtered through waves of sunshine.
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
Abstract distractions haunted her mind.
Thoughts left unspoken rattled her in sleep.
Life’s tangents had taken a hold of her heart
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
Nothing about you was ordinary,
yet you filtered in my ordinary day,
like the sun, brightening my mind,
in the most extraordinary way.
free google image and poem copyright neha 2017
Have been to places,
have walked miles…
Where did it go?
It has been a while,
I saw it across the horizon…
seems like yesterday,
just traces remain,
in your broken smile…
I saw it across the horizon,
life.
poetry and image copyright2017 neha
I came across an old piece today, though I would repost. 🙂
