Sunset glory,
at day’s end,
wakes my tired eyes,
to the world again…
and humbles my restless heart,
to what matters,
dissolving my worries of the day…
It penetrates my mind,
and helps me find,
peace…
Sunset glory,
at day’s end.
poetry and image copyright neha 2015
You longed to make a wish
under the drifting clouds of sunrise
but your tired eyes
fell asleep
free google image/ poetry copyright2015 neha
Tired
at the day’s end
you found your mind
trying to find
a place to hide
from your thoughts
at the day’s end
tired.
free google image/ poetry copyright neha 2015
In between the branches of the human condition
you fall like fireflies of stardust
of dreams that travel through the world
of sparkling stars
burning through the cosmos
you fall
gently
softly
tired
you fall
into the black hole
asleep.
You let go
of all your ‘whys’
as you stand
beneath the skies
and let the rain
pour on you.
For sometimes
no matter how hard you try
your tired wings just won’t fly
Just like
the sky isn’t always blue…
So
you clear your mind
and you let go
of all your ‘whys’
as you stand
beneath the skies
and let the rain
pour on you.
rain – free image taken from google search wallpaper
Night does not fall,
on your waking eyes,
clouded with thoughts,
of the day gone by,
as you stare,
into the colorless sky,
waiting for the sun to rise,
again.
*free google image
Tired,
you rest your head,
against the clouds,
to catch some sleep,
to the rain’s lullaby.
*Free google image
Rusted dreams of tired eyes,
dreaming with the sunrise,
With a heart full of hope.
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