Empty streets
Filled her heart with a longing
to hear the hum of traffic
And see people
And perhaps even say ‘hello’
A strange feeling for an introvert.
Poetry copyright Neha 2020 inspired by prompt from Twitter #slamwords
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
Sometimes,
it’s worthwhile
to long for home
and to find home
in your longing.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
Poetry copyright Neha 2019
Sometimes,
it’s worthwhile
to long for home
and to find home
in your longing.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
You are like the spec of sand,
carried away by the wind…
far, far, far, away from the land,
where you had always been.
Lost with the sky
you wonder why
the world passes by you,
as you daydream on foreign sand,
longing for another blue…
Enchanted waves washes your mind
as you try to find
that forgotten piece of the ocean
the answer to all your questions
lingering with your tears…
and suddenly
you have nothing to fear
for the world is your ocean
and your ocean is the world’s
and as you travel by
floating in the sky
you smile
for it’s worthwhile
to long for home
and to find home
in your longing.
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
You are like the spec of sand,
carried away by the wind…
far, far, far, away from the land,
where you had always been.
Lost with the sky
you wonder why
the world passes by you,
as you daydream on foreign sand,
longing for another blue…
Enchanted waves washes your mind
as you try to find
that forgotten piece of the ocean
the answer to all your questions
lingering with your tears…
and suddenly
you have nothing to fear
for the world is your ocean
and your ocean is the world’s
and as you travel by
floating in the sky
you smile
for it’s worthwhile
to long for home
and to find home
in your longing.
poetry and photography copyright neha 2016
Twilight skies
you fade away
with a blink of an eye
ignorant of my muted longing
to see you
poem and image copyright neha 2015
Thousands of miles away…
you lay there asleep,
eyes closed…
to grass,
flowers,
birds,
sun,
me,
thousands of miles away…
you lay there,
asleep.
image and poem copyright neha 2015
You are…
my beautiful chaos,
of sleepless nights,
for whom I wait,
drenched,
in the storm
free image from google and poem copyright neha 2015
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