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Unwanted Companion by Neetu

September 26, 2025 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , ,

Unwanted Companion

I wait eagerly
for absolute darkness
to lose my shadow

it troubles me to
feel its presence
grow, then diminish,
but not disappear

I grow weary of its company
walking close
beside me, before me,
behind me

an appendage that
speaks its own
language 

formidable in
eloquence,
eerily chained to
my heels.

© Neetu Malik


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Stagnant by Neetu

August 26, 2025 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , ,

Stagnant

I drop pebbles     slowly
watch them fall
in a shallow stream

it runs cloudy
under such a pristine sky—

they ripple
and disappear 
from my eye—

but I know

they lie trapped
in murky debris
that rained down

from angry clouds

© Neetu Malik


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Foreboding by Neetu

July 26, 2025 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , ,

Foreboding

she reaches out
touches fog
she had hoped 
for the sun

to slip its silky warmth 
over her cold skin 
withered and splitting 

like the bark of a tree
not used to early frost

summer has not yet 
run its course, she whispers
as she exhales a misty breath

it is too soon for woodpeckers

in the woods, the air is dense
besides a lone goldfinch
she might be the only witness
to the end

© Neetu Malik


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In the Flickering by Neetu

June 26, 2025 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , , ,

In the Flickering

Walk me through
your cave

show me the petroglyphs
the stories
you have laboriously pecked on the walls
with your hammer stone,
carved in the light of a lantern
where shadows cast gloom.

I want to see. I want to run
my warm hands along
cold rocks to decipher forms
and feel their rugged ridges.

This light is dim. I need a better view.
Hold my hand and place it where
the scenes begin
that you have etched, with squinted eyes
by a flickering lamp.

I trace them lightly,
my fingers grow numb—
in your cave’s icy hollows
there is no echo of love,
even your stories are silent.

Are you still here or am I
alone?

(c) Neetu Malik


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Traveler by Neetu

April 26, 2025 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , ,

Traveler

I am     but dust
a grain of sand
blowing whichever way
the wind blows
in the universe

I take with me
nothing      but that
which clings to me

and even that
is temporary

the grain that I am

swirls       and seeks
nothing more

than a brief abode
in        harmony

© Neetu Malik  


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