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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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Grey Skies by Neetu Malik

October 26, 2019 by 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. 

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Yearning by Neetu

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

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.
 
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A Parting by Neetu

August 26, 2019 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , ,
hands with ashes
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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