Silent Reverie

Lost in silent reverie,

you watch the birds fly,

with no rush,

to be anywhere but here,

under blue skies,

soaking in earth.

poetry and image copyright 2015 neha

 

Awaiting the storm

You are a traveler,

who awaits the storm,

by the afternoon window,

of unspoken words.

Old Poetry: Silent Beat

I think time was born deaf,
perfect symphony shattered
inside my own musings
and it stood silent…
stoic almost like the smile that graced my lips