And it’s always hard to part,
with the ones who hold your heart.
and you wish you could hold,
goodbyes, for another day…
poetry copyright neha 2021
Tag Archives: missing
Grief
And though their meeting was brief,
the grief of parting
remained for a lifetime
in her heart.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
Parting
And then you felt it,
the sweet ache of Parting…
and you held on to the memories a little closer,
Like draping a blanket of comfort on your heart,
until you met again…
poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image of sunrise from pexels
Missing You
This notion of missing you
uncontrolled unplanned unexpected
a gaping hole in the heart
that gets flooded in invisible tears
as your thoughts float in the mind
This notion of missing you
Where words fall short
to describe the million emotions
that float with the million memories
This notion of missing you
all of you
invisible strings pulling on my heart
making me misty eyed in the middle of the day
and I have nothing left to say
but hear old tunes of old times
This notion of missing you
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
The Art of Missing You
All it takes is a tangent tale
down memory lane
and the mind forgets
the carefully crafted conversations
and the ‘to-do’ lists of life
It creates master pieces of your smile in the skies
peeks through the branches at the sun
scattered, distracted and holding on to the pieces of you…
consumed in this art of missing you.
poetry copyright neha 2017/ free image from google
Writing letters
And when the feet writes letters to the heart…
of the places it would rather be,
the heart always smiles,
for all the paths in the world…
would lead it home,
where it belonged,
always.
POETRY AND IMAGE COPYRIGHT NEHA 2016
Grandma’s Lap
Sometimes what she missed most about being a child was sleeping on her grandma’s lap, dreaming of all the characters in the fairy tales she heard before sleep. Her mind clear, without the veil of worries haunting her. Her heart free of the heavy weight she felt as an adult, of the things that needed to get done, of places she needed to be, of people she needed to heed.
She missed the innocent nights where she would just talk, all night, with her grandma about nothing and everything, without being judged…from the number of cookies she ate that day to the new friend she made at the park. Her grandma in turn would tell her about her own childhood stories of being the only girl in school growing up, about her favourite dish as a child, about her own grandma who she grew up with. They would lay there laughing about the neighbour next door who was too loud, they would talk about the fish they bought from the market that day. She missed her grandma’s laugh when she hugged her, but what she missed most was falling asleep on her grandma’s lap.
story and image copyright neha 2015
This notion of missing you
This notion of missing you
uncontrolled unplanned unexpected
a gaping hole in the heart
that gets flooded in invisible tears
as your thoughts float in the mind
This notion of missing you
Where words fall short
to describe the million emotions
that float with the million memories
This notion of missing you
all of you
invisible strings pulling on my heart
making me misty eyed in the middle of the day
and I have nothing left to say
but hear old tunes of old times
This notion of missing you
poem and image copyright 2015
Missing you
please click on original thank you
The light in your eyes,
that makes my heart smile,
as it flies across the skies,
to you.
Holding Your hands
My mind intertwined,
with yours,
in waking and in sleep,
you comfort me in thoughts,
but I still miss you,
and holding your hands.
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