Traveler by Neetu
April 26, 2025 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as blowing sand, fragile, Harmony, Neetu, Universe
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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Fish Bones by Neetu
March 26, 2025 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as emotions, fragile, Neetu, pride, uneasy conversation
Fish Bones
You were the guest
at my table
picking on the corners
of the table cloth,
fingers nervously
folding and unfolding
mutilated pride.
You watched the candle
flicker, as restless
as your hands—
trembling, casting
shadows visible only
to those who sat
on the edges of the paroxysm
that quivered and coughed,
cleared its throat
as if ready to explode
but was caught instead
on minute fish bones—
too sharp for
a smooth conversation.
© Neetu Malik
Some of Neetu’s Books
Glass by Neetu
February 26, 2025 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as broken heart, emotions, fragile, Neetu, silence
Glass
I tread softly
in your world
mindful of my footsteps
on the fragile glass
of your emotions
fearing the crack
one little slip could cause
breaking my own heart
without blows
without words
in a silence
deeper than
death
© Neetu Malik
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Wisdom by Neetu
January 26, 2025 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as acceptance, Neetu, sleep, The Moon, The quiet
Wisdom
tonight
the silk moon weaves me
into its silver streams
the day
creased and gritty
washed, dried
folded away
this moment
I linger in solitude
caressed by that moon
so perfectly round
eyeing me through
the window
a wink
I think I perceive
the acceptance
lulls me slowly
to sleep
© Neetu Malik
Some of Neetu’s Books
Winter Solstice
December 26, 2024 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as longest night, Neetu, snow, Winter
Winter Solstice
don’t tell me how much
you love me, not now
when days are fragrant
with lavender
and the earth’s pulse
throbs with the beat of every heart
and I hear yours
make no promises when
the scent of moonflowers
rides on the night breeze
through the window
wait until fluttering wings
have flown south
the sky is muted
and snow has padded
the ground
until the air wears
a winter shroud
tell me then how much
you love me
on the longest night
and if you’re still
by my side
© Neetu Malik
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