Neetu Malik

Authenticity by Neetu

April 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as connections, new friends, smiles

I see him
outlined against the window
in a busy café—
his wool hat on the table
beside a muffin and a cup of tea—
a portrait from a bygone era
and a study in longevity.

He barely moves except to
sip his tea.

I walk up to say hello—
he looks up and smiles, his teeth
a shining white—
they might be false
but who cares?

I catch
the morning sun’s rays in
his eyes;
they cannot lie
nor fake their light.

We talk—
it is so easy to converse,
to steep in his cup,

a rich brew he stirs slowly
and thoughtfully—
I wait
in no hurry to leave.
 
© Neetu Malik

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Beachcombing by Neetu Malik

March 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as after the rain, beach, rainbows

 

 Pebbles and seashells
 wash up 
 on my shore—
 I gather them,
 
 string them on lines
 in colors and patterns
 that come to mind,
 
 pin them to the sky
 with golden clasps
 and make rainbows
 when the rain is gone.
  
 © Neetu Malik

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Forsythia Blooms by Neetu Malik

February 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as flowers, forsythia blooms, loss, Neetu

Forsythia Blooms


 We meet here again
 but I am alone
 
 shielded by forsythia
 behind memories
 forged and forgotten
 in fields that have
 seen snow and rain
 
 lain desolate 
 before seasons change
 and drifting winds carry
 sounds of birdsong
 to end winter's silence.
 
 We meet again but
 I am alone
 
 with golden bells that
 chime your presence
 as they rise from the earth
 warm once more.
  
  
 © Neetu

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Abyss by Neetu Malik

January 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Neetu Malik, Poet Day, secrets, wounds

Abyss

She opens her hands, 
 clenched for years
 in a tight fist 
 like a new-born, 
 
 but these fists hold no secrets 
 of a mother’s womb,
 no innocence, or dreams freshly sown—
 
 instead, their hardened skin bears
 lacerations that come 
 from a hard grip
 on a fugitive soul
 
 sliding mercilessly 
 into the devil's pit
 
 deep, deep
 where she buried 
 old wounds
 
 
 (c) Neetu M.

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Winds of Comfort by Neetu

December 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as comfort, poems, poet, soothing

wind whistles
 in the distance
 where desert sands
 meet the sky

 undulating waves of sound
 break the silence
 of remorse—
 self-inflicted wounds
 soothed by softly falling night

 a balm of star-speckled skies
 covers them
 as lulling music hums and whooshes
 almost like an ocean, rhythmic

 cooling blistered souls
 who wander lost
 in the unknown

 © Neetu Malik