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If I love you…

After all these years, 
In an unguarded moment of playful banter,
when you ask me if I love you,
I squeeze your hand and smile…
those three words
Are a mere reflection
Of what I feel inside.

Our love has come a long way
From the initial flutter of the heart
To the blinding sunshine that drowned us
In the euphoria
Of our epiphany 
Of being in love…
My heart now beats like a quiet prayer
Rising and falling like the ocean
That goes beyond the questions
And answers of words…
It holds the quiet moments
Of what is left unspoken
Like when I hug you from behind
At the middle of the night
And you pull me closer
And kiss my palm.

That kiss means more to me
than the thousand
Kisses we shared under clear skies
And moonlit nights of joyful days
That kiss is what keeps me going
On days we are too tired and weak
And feel frustrated with life.
That kiss is hope of a new dawn
Of loving you
After crude words bottled inside
Erupted in the space between us
Its reaching out with a sincere apology
Of how we can move forward
Despite of our occasional grudges
We at times reserve only for each other
But I wouldn’t have it any other way
For in these flawed moments
Is when we find our love grow deeper…

We are more than sunlit afternoons 
And carefully crafted love letters,
More than the poetry and the art we create…
But in this moment of playful banter,
When you I ask me if I love you,
I squeeze your hand
My heart still flutters
When you squeeze back.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Napowrimo Day 7

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If your memory could speak to your mind…Napowrimo Day#6

Why do you hide me
to plaster a smile on your face
when you see them?
Why do you shred me in pieces
analyzing every angle,
tormenting your already tormented heart?
Why do you cradle me
with your favourite old school tune,
and drown in nostalgia,
on a lazy Saturday afternoon?
Why am I kept in this dusty part of your mind that is always so foggy
that you have a hard time accepting if I ever was real?
Why do you keep years worth of love stored away…
Is perhaps what the memory would say, if it could question the mind.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Napowrimo Day 6

 

Did not get a chance to post yesterday so will be posting Day 6 and Day 7 today.


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In Hope for Kindness

Tread gently,
for behind those eyes you see
lies a lady
dreaming her last dream…

 

Tread gently,
for behind those eyes,
lies a child
looking at the skies
for the first time…

 

Tread gently,
for behind those eyes
lies a man
building his home of imagination…

 

Tread gently,
for behind those eyes
lies a person
whose heart was broken a million times
but they still send a smile
to the new day….

 

Tread gently,
for the world awaits…
in hope for kindness.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2017