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Summer Sky

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

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Bare

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


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Unfolding

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


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Peace – A Collaboration

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


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Sunset Glory

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

poetry and image copyright neha 2015

 

 


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Touching the abstract mind

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

poetry and image copyright neha 2016