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.
She ruled
wearing her mistletoe crown
and candy-cane pajamas
having a cup of coffee…
Keeping all the balls up in the air
and kicking those that fell.
In between summer and fall,
you lay mute,
in the golden haze
of a timeless dream,
watching the seasons transition.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
You stood,
at the edge of your thoughts
staring at the terracotta sky,
wondering why,
they fly, away.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ image from pexels credit goes to original artist
You go left
and you go right
and you turn around
for a fleeting thought
that passes your mind
and you try to remember
where exactly you are going…
is this new?
or was it something your left behind?
You go left
and you go right
sometimes nonsense rules the mind
and the chaos drives
you to keep going
until you pause and think
why are you moving
does it make sense
why this way and not that
so you go left and you go right
and as you get lost
you somehow find
this piece
that doesn’t rhyme
but holds the truth
you feel inside…
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
