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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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