She chased her dreams with all she had
but sometimes,
when the sunset,
she mused with the clouds,
standing on the dark side,
of the earth.

poetry and image copyright neha 2020
She chased her dreams with all she had
but sometimes,
when the sunset,
she mused with the clouds,
standing on the dark side,
of the earth.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
Last night
you were left behind
in between the spaces
of the conscious mind
in the black holes of your thoughts.
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Can’t imagine a time
when I don’t see the skies,
or sigh,
under the light of the moon
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Under this silence of the skies,
let your heart speak,
for it knows not the diplomacy of the mind,
when it asks the stars,
about love.
poem and image copyright neha 2020
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
Dear Heart of Daydreamers,
what do you dream on a Sunday afternoon,
laying under the low hanging moon
already peeking behind the clouds
What do you dream?
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Night falls in my dreams,
waking them up from deep slumber…
It rolls them down gently from the mountain top,
like a lullaby,
It spreads them out in the green meadows by the moon light,
It dances with them to the melody of the quiet rain,
It flies with them in the warm breeze to the sky,
Night falls in my dreams…
with love
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.