You lay…
mapping the aftermath,
of fallen dreams,
among stars,
close yet far…
twinkling at you,
like that inkling,
that never leaves,
the heart.

poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image from pexels
You lay…
mapping the aftermath,
of fallen dreams,
among stars,
close yet far…
twinkling at you,
like that inkling,
that never leaves,
the heart.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image from pexels
In quiet nights
when the heart rains…
with cloud of grief,
we know as pain…
silently falling,
against the mind…
and no space,
is enough to hide…
you know,
cause you have tried…
so you just lie,
under the moon,
and drift with the tune,
of the melancholic heart,
as it rains.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
Poetry copyright Neha 2019
Drifting at the edge of the sea,
your heart swayed with the waves
that crashed in the caves, of the mind
in the memories that you would often rewind
when you lay with the open skies
tracing smiles on the clouds
of the faces your heart found
and loved…
drifting at the edge of the sea,
your heart swayed with the waves.
In quiet nights
when the heart rains…
with cloud of grief,
we know as pain…
silently falling,
against the mind…
and no space,
is enough to hide…
you know,
cause you have tried…
so you just lie,
under the moon,
and drift with the tune,
of the melancholic heart,
as it rains.