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Beachcombing by Neetu Malik

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

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

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

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 in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , 
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
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Horizon by Neetu

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

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.

© Neetu Malik

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