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Grey Skies by Neetu Malik

October 26, 2019 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik
Grey Skies

I should have cut a piece of blue sky
or maybe two

one for each pocket 
the last time it stretched
above me
unblemished and clear,
but I forgot it wouldn't last--
no, it never does. 

At least I have the memory
of its cerulean loveliness
when the days are dark

faint though it is 
it still hovers like a lost star
searching for a place in 
my universe. 

©Neetu Malik
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Yearning by Neetu

September 26, 2019 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as ,

Yearning
 
I glisten in tears
like an April dawn,
 
covered in dew
like blades of grass,
 
whispering notes
like softly falling raindrops,
 
I call your name
like one who is lost –
 
listen achingly for the sound
of your answering call.
 
© Neetu Malik
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A Parting by Neetu

August 26, 2019 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , ,
hands with ashes
A Parting

I hold fragments
of you
in my ash-grazed hands
to put them 
in an urn

they sound like 
empty shells as I 
drop them one by one

the fullness 
in my heart leaves
no room for echoes

I know your footsteps
will never return.

© Neetu M


				
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The Gardener by Neetu Malik

July 26, 2019 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , ,
 
The Gardener

You water me 
that I may grow
lush and luxurious
 
you prune me
when my branches stray
too far out or too high
 
you mulch me when
you think I may
wilt or die
 
you nurture me as if
I’m too frail to stand
on my own
 
as if without you
I may fail to thrive
 
in truth, maybe it is you
who needs me,
to survive.
 
© Neetu Malik
 

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Aware by Neetu

June 26, 2019 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , , ,

 

Aware

I carve words in the sand

I know the tide will rise

and wash them away

but I write them
until my hands are gritty
and the color of sand

I speak to the waves

I know they don’t hear
but I let the words roll out
of my mouth anyway
until they sound

like the waves

I listen to the wind

even when it is still

I can hear silence in the quiet

it utters words I wouldn’t
otherwise hear—they come
from within

© Neetu Malik

First published in TAT Poetry, December 2016

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