So many memories,
fall like enchanted rain,
of another time, another place…
When you held my hand, and hugged me,
cupped my little face, in your palms…
and now as I stare at the clear skies,
waiting with the deep blue ocean,
as the wind blows by,
I hug you in my heart…
hoping, my hand will reach your soul.
You did not know
where to begin
as you stood on the edge of your thoughts
trying to find sense
in the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain
pouring outside your window
tapping on the cold pebbles
of your heart
displacing logic
a tad bit to the left
of what you felt was right…
you did not know.
poetry 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 copyright neha 2020/ image from pexels credit goes to original artist
Hello Everyone,
Amidst these dark times, it’s hard to remember things that still make us smile…but I feel now more than ever we should share some positivity…I was in a funk today, nervous about what’s going on around the world having my family scattered all over…but then I noticed my son drawing (read scribbling) for the first time and it made me smile… all the little things like this are precious…I would love to hear what made you smile today in the comment section! Let’s keep looking for that rainbow behind the clouds!
image borrowed from pexels
I will fight a million fights,
with the raging skies,
Just to bring a smile,
to your tear-filled eyes,
don’t cry…
for your tears can extinguish,
the brightest fires of any night,
and it can stop any heart,
from taking flight,
don’t cry.
poem and image copyright neha 2020
I lay,
listening to the quiet sound
of summer rain…
tapping on the forgotten window
of my heart,
writing poetry on earth.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
So many memories,
fall like enchanted rain,
of another time, another place…
When you held my hand, and hugged me,
cupped my little face, in your palms…
and now as I stare at the clear skies,
waiting with the deep blue ocean,
as the wind blows by,
I hug you in my heart…
hoping, my hand will reach your soul.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
Remember when we just talked
and listened to the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain…
do you remember?
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
You did not know
where to begin
as you stood on the edge of your thoughts
trying to find sense
in the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain
pouring outside your window
tapping on the cold pebbles
of your heart
displacing logic
a tad bit to the left
of what you felt was right…
you did not know.
poem and image copyright neha 2019
