Contemplation of the quiet mind…
as it slowly rewinds
the cascading waves
of thoughts
falling in an infinite abyss
of feelings
that drift in your eyes
floating in the skies
of everlasting dreams
drifting with the winds
of dark storms
looming at the edge of the sea
as you fly free
in the pouring rain
of the subdued pain
of the world
floating gently
with the contemplation…
of the quiet mind.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
And some days,
the lonely heart,
lay on barren lands
and spoke to the summer sky,
which did not ask how or why,
it came to be.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
The day unfolded
quietly,
as your mind drifted
full of distractions…
A blatant contrast
to the serene light that fell on you
as you laid out your thoughts
bare,
open like the skies,
infinite with possibilities,
of going anywhere…
but as the light faded into darkness
and the night sang the soft lullaby
you drifted again
to the beginning
or was it the end…
in the circle of life.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
She let her fallen tears,
cleanse her bruised heart.
Sometimes, one found the less traveled paths
that led to joy
by letting go of expectations.
poetry copyright neha 2018, image borrowed from Sue Vincent
In response to Sue’s Prompt – Fallen #WritePhoto
The day unfolded,
quietly,
as your mind drifted,
full of distractions.
A blatant contrast
to the serene light that fell on you,
as you laid out your thoughts
bare,
open like the skies,
infinite with possibilities,
of going anywhere…
but as the light faded into darkness
and the night sang the soft lullaby
you drifted again
to the beginning
or was it the end
in the circle of life.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
This is the fourth piece of collaboration between my good friend Michael and I. We have decided to do one collaboration per month for five months…Due to our busy schedules we have missed a month here and there but we hope you enjoy this piece. If you haven’t checked out Michael’s talented writing yet, I suggest you visit his blog https://originaldante.wordpress.com/ now!
As always, it was a pleasure to work with Michael on this…Peace was the subject of our muse and it was quite interesting to see how it came together.
Michael in this color
I am in this color
A medium
That best magnifies
A piece of my mind
To give me peace of mind,
Hand me the pen
And cue the white dove,
No pre-determined formula
Nor appraisal for the zen
We search for everyday.
But when luck has it
And light seeps
From this vessel,
The result of being
An advocate for light,
Touching souls
On being able to relate,
On ups and downs;
No greater euphoria.
When all is said and done
Granting peace to others
Far supersedes
My endless search
For inner peace.
Peace was born
in the eye of the storm
when time stood still
Peace was held
without expectations, without condemnations
without the dollar bill
Peace was yours
Peace was mine
Peace was free
Peace was found in quiet contemplations
in heart’s whispers
amidst the silence of trees
I searched for peace
in nature’s soul
to be whole
to find me.
Poetry copyright Michael and Neha 2016
Sunset glory,
at day’s end,
wakes my tired eyes,
to the world again…
and humbles my restless heart,
to what matters,
dissolving my worries of the day…
It penetrates my mind,
and helps me find,
peace…
Sunset glory,
at day’s end.
poetry and image copyright neha 2015
Quiet contemplations
with the open skies
thoughts drifting
with the moonrise
as the heart sways
to unknown tides
pulling its strings…
With gold touching the abstract mind
We seek and we find
ourselves
getting lost
pondering
nothings and everything
beyond the horizon
sunset reflections.
poetry and image copyright neha 2016
In the lights and shadows of January afternoons,
you watch winter slow down,
and catch its breath…
enjoying the warmth of sunshine.
poetry and image copyright neha 2015
poem and image copyright neha 2015
1.) It is okay to be yourself, to drift with your soul, to lay in peace.
Drifting on the cloud of imagination,
my bohemian soul,
finds peace
copyright neha2015 poem and image
2.) It is okay to be sad, to be mad, to cry when the heart is heavy…it’s okay to let go, okay to be human.
That day…
The world forgot to be kind,
and you forgot to be patient,
and in between figuring out who you were,
and where you came from,
and why you were here,
the clouds of life,
poured on you,
and your heart cried with the rain…
but,
when it was over,
and though the world did not change,
you felt lighter and soul felt cleansed,
and you noticed the smiles among the frowns,
and drenched in what was your pain,
you found that little piece of joy again,
you followed the rainbow of life.
image and poem copyright neha 2015
3.) It is okay to be happy and to follow your dreams.
Today I am happy
chasing puddles
of the light heart…
splashing water
on my dreams
waking them to life…
Today I am happy
drifting away…
on the moonbeam
of hope
along sunshine
on forgotten meadows
doing nothing…
but chasing puddles
of the light heart
splashing water
on my dreams
waking them to life
today, I am happy.
poem and image copyright neha 2015
4.) It’s okay to love and be grateful for what you have
In my attempt,
to get away from here
to find solace…
I found myself, grateful,
for all the love,
that surrounds me.
poetry and image copyright neha 2015
5.) It is okay to pray and to find the light in your heart amidst darkness and to find hope with each dawn.
Let me find hope…
In the gentlest of whispers,
which stops the loudest of screams,
in the deepest of love,
where my heart can lean,
and find its way back from the darkest nights,
as I lay my mind, on the first morning light…
let me find hope.
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