Intuition

Sometimes I wait for logic
To catch up to my intuition,
A little shaken, a little stirred.

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Rain

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

Displaced Logic

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 2017

Beyond Logic

Sometimes, you welcomed abstract distractions…
so you let your heart marvel at the cold pebbles beneath your feet.
Soothing your mind with colors, songs, art, nature and imagination,
that lay beyond logic.

                                                          poetry and image copyright neha 2017

 

Tangent Tales

When it came down to the heart
logic dispersed
for there was no pretending…
that you did not belong in these tangent tales.

poetry and image copyright neha 2016

Echoes of Swirls

Strings of invisible ribbons

tie us to an ancient path

of mindless banter…

rounded pebbles and cool water

underneath our feet…

splashing us from echoes of swirls…

and carved scriptures

and feathered inked dipped tips…

fog and sanity,

lost in the unknown places of the mind.

poetry and image copyright neha 2016

Slaves of Logic

After the mayhem of thoughts

slaves of logic

surrendered

to the gut feeling

which in its most illogical way

seemed just right

You did not know…

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forgottenmeadows

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.

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You did not know…

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.