Shadows
April 26, 2023 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as afternoon, holding hands, Neetu Malik, shadows, twillight
Shadows
long shadows
the afternoon s t r e t c h e s us
on the sidewalks
holding hands
but when dusk falls
and we vanish
into a shadowless world
what will remain of us?
© Neetu Malik
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In My Twilight Zone
March 26, 2023 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as caresses, Neetu Malik, setting sun, twillight, Warmth
In My Twilight Zone
Between sunset’s fiery streaks
slipping into the sea, and
the rising of the silver moon
is my twilight zone.
This is where I feel you–
in the crevices of my soul;
you fill the darkening hollows
in my twilight zone.
I feel your breath upon
my slowly crinkling skin–
balmy, tender caresses
in my twilight zone.
Your arms encircle,
wrap me in your warmth,
shield me from chills
in my twilight zone.
© Neetu Malik 2015—First Published in The Australia Times Poetry Magazine, Issue 321, October 2015.
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The Cobwebs
February 26, 2023 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as cobwebs, make believe, Memories, Neetu Malik
The Cobwebs
I was leaning
by the window
standing outside
looking in—
a screen of cobwebs
in between
trapping memories
beaten thin
scantily clad
in make believe,
they shuddered fitfully;
shrouded transparencies
drenched in solemn tears,
entreating release.
©Neetu Malik
First published in The Poetic Bond VI Anthology, Willowdown Press, UK.
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Wanderer
January 26, 2023 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as contemplation, lost, Neetu, rivers, searching
Wanderer
by the river
he looks lost
his face appears ancient
in rumination
under the sycamores’
embracing shade
thinks he might see
God
he meets no God
in this heaven
of sacred groves just the rippling river
rushing over stones
and pebbles
as if it has
somewhere to go
and cannot wait
he stands still
and contemplates . . .
©Neetu Malik
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Touch
December 26, 2022 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as baby, fathers, Neetu, parents, touch
3 Haiku poems
Touch
your breath on my cheek,
as I hold you close to me,
silken infancy
it was the breeze, or
maybe the brush of your touch,
long lost, yet with me
father holds my hand
between life and death, an ache
forged in memory
©Neetu Malik
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