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Snow Angel by Neetu

December 26, 2020 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , , ,
a woman making a snow angel

Snow Angel

I shaped you in the snow
the last time it descended
from the misty sky above

gentle flakes fluttered
settled thickly upon barren earth—
forming soft cloud comfort

I carved a dream
with my happy soul, smiling,
my eyes searched the universe

there were no stars that night–
just a crystalline radiance, in which
I molded the dream.

© Neetu Malik



Some of Neetu’s Books

THE OCOTILLO REVIEW SUMMER 2018 VOL 2.2

THE POETIC BOND V

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THE POETIC BOND V

THE POETIC BOND VI

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THE POETIC BOND VI

THE POETIC BOND X

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THE POETIC BOND X

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Between the Lines by Neetu

November 26, 2020 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , ,
parallel lines

Between the Lines

a comma, a pause—
maybe even a full stop
heaves its way
between the lines

silence lingers to make
a statement, take
a breath, wait
between the lines

no words to complete
just      spaces       that speak
oceans           that flow
between the lines

© Neetu Malik



Some of Neetu’s Books

THE OCOTILLO REVIEW SUMMER 2018 VOL 2.2

THE POETIC BOND V

Buy now!
THE POETIC BOND V

THE POETIC BOND VI

Buy now!
THE POETIC BOND VI

THE POETIC BOND X

Buy now!
THE POETIC BOND X

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Endurance by Neetu

October 26, 2020 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , ,

Endurance

a feeble flame
does not illuminate
my path on this
dark night

I must stop
until day breaks
and shows me the road
that lies ahead

if there be one
in such dolorous times

© Neetu Malik


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Passing by

September 26, 2020 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik

Passing by

dusk casts its veil gently
as I walk along
this quiet street
under winged elms shedding
flaky white blossoms
at my feet

the hour is my own
no one here to nettle my peace
other walkers, far and few,
wave or smile occasionally

people come and people leave
I have learned to let them be
for on these intersecting trails
we’re passersby, you and I

© Neetu Malik


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Don’t Tell Them

August 26, 2020 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik

Don’t Tell Them

It was in April they met
when rain washed away
their loneliness

hand in hand they walk
in meadows sprouting
soft blades of grass,
young and lush
their love, tender as buds germinating
from dormant seed, throbbing
with promises they swear to keep

unaware yet of summer’s heat
or autumn’s last blaze,
no icicles to freeze
the flow in their veins

so it should be, better not tell them
what awaits.

© Neetu Malik

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