Neetu Malik

Horizon by Neetu

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

Hope, like the horizon
glimmers in the distance

my eyes grow weary
as I watch it burn
then cool in the twilight
each day until
darkness sweeps
over the edges and I can see
no more

only to repeat when I wake
from sleep

once again, clinging to
fine rays as they
emerge in luminous shades
above sleepy slopes
assuring me

there is no end
to Hope.

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Grey Skies by Neetu Malik

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


 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 Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as A Parting, Neetu Malik, poetry

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 Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as gardener, Neetu, nurturing, poems, poetry

 
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