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
You flew,
without sound
with the wisp of the cloud,
in the crisp morning air,
against the blue skies,
forgetting all the whys
of yesterday.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
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 2018
