And then she felt the tender sorrow of parting,
at the golden hour of sunset …
illuminating the words written on the soul.

poetry and image copyright neha 2019
And then she felt the tender sorrow of parting,
at the golden hour of sunset …
illuminating the words written on the soul.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
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.
like the tides…
And then there was the fire in the sky
That lit up your why’s
And burnt you with the need to know…
Poetry and image copyright neha 2017