And some days…
she mused with the skies,
Writing poetry,
in between the branches of life.

poetry and image copyright neha 2020
And some days…
she mused with the skies,
Writing poetry,
in between the branches of life.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
Your thoughts dispersed
in a tangent
colliding
with the frayed inhibitions
of your soul.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
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
For those moments…
when your heart feels heavy,
and your mind forgets be ‘alright’,
when your eyes cannot tell,
between the day and the night…
hold my hands.
For those moments…
when you feel there is nothing left to say,
when even in silence you cannot lay,
in peace…
hold my hands.
Hold my hand,
and lean your restless heart on mine,
and though it may not happen this instant,
everything will be just fine,
and whatever else happens between now and then,
you will always have me.
All it takes is a tangent tale
down memory lane
and the mind forgets
the carefully crafted conversations
and the ‘to-do’ lists of life
It creates master pieces of your smile in the skies
peeks through the branches at the sun
scattered, distracted and holding on to the pieces of you…
consumed in this art of missing you.
Paint your dreams on the sky
with gentle strokes of the breeze
that caress your mind…
let your thoughts splatter,
in wild strokes of unrestrained emotions,
Open like the blue vastness above you,
let your heart fold around the curvature of the earth,
spread your love …
Paint your dreams on the sky.