In the quiet hum of the rising sun
where hearts sigh,
My beautiful earth gently spun,
writing a sonnet in the sky.
Spinning like nobody was watching,
My earth danced away…
Unaware of the lives it was touching,
in every part of the day.
Splattering the colours of its soul.
my earth sung with the trees
and that song made me whole,
As I felt the morning breeze.
My earth, my earth, my earth, where would I go without you?
Your poetry feeds my soul, you cast away all my blues.
Happy Earth Day!
Stars weep for the fallen rainbow,
lost beyond the twinkles of the night sky…
Travelling light years through the infinite cosmos,
Stars weep.
And as we lose count of the stars,
we begin again,
to calm the chaos,
of the storming mind.
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Creeping around the edge
of your logical thoughts
lurked your intuition
that did not bother with rules
poetry copyright neha 2022
Keep hope my heart
for in this wayward journey
of infinite possibilities,
the sadness that grips you
shall pass…
keep hope my heart,
and wish upon the stars
that traveled so far
to light the darkness
from a world apart.
Keep hope my heart
for you are still beating
with love,
with dreams,
with life…keep hope my heart.
Like a dreamer,
weaving colourful dreams,
November came…
In between summer and fall,
you lay mute,
in the golden haze
of a timeless dream,
watching the seasons transition.
And once in a while,
I get away…
from words
until I feel the tug
that draws me back
to the page
and I sit
to write,
drained,
from the days
that linger
of hegemonic processes
that clash against my mind
so I write…words,
without rhyme or reason
simply to satisfy my inner inhibition,
words.
Contemplation of the quiet mind…
as it slowly rewinds
the cascading waves
of thoughts
falling in an infinite abyss
of feelings
that drift in your eyes
floating in the skies
of everlasting dreams
drifting with the winds
of dark storms
looming at the edge of the sea
as you fly free
in the pouring rain
of the subdued pain
of the world
floating gently
with the contemplation…
of the quiet mind.
Creeping around the edge
of your logical thoughts
lurked your intuition
that did not bother with rules.
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