And your heart
called on the clear blue skies,
painted with wisps of clouds,
soaking in the love
it held in its beats
and sunshine.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Let your bare feet
touch the silent waves
that caresses the sand beneath you
Let your heart fall madly, deeply,
in love with the open skies,
let your mind be free of worries,
let it gently fly,
with the wind
kissing your face,
with love.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
When I found love,
the clouds drifted in the breeze,
the morning smiled with ease,
and I whistled with the trees.
When I found love,
the first light,
kissed the skies,
answering all my whys,
leading me,
to you.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Your eyes rest
on the blue February skies
As your heart gently sighs,
on the poetic wisps of clouds.
Poetry and image copyright neha 2019
And when you find all the little pieces,
scatter them back to the winds…
For they are the hearts of bohemian wanderers,
who find themselves in the sky.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
The tides rose with reckless abandon
stretching the waves of the sea,
to touch the dark skies…
its salvation on earth.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
Be kind to broken skies…
for they hold tears
of shattered hearts
Be kind to broken skies
for they bring light to the dark ,
just to heal you.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
