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Fences by Neetu

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

Fences

 

now
as then

we draw lines
build and rebuild
fences
with new wire
cut of the same steel
forged in
new factories

still owned and run
by warped minds  

© Neetu Malik

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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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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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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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Aware by Neetu


						
					June 26, 2019
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Aware



I carve words in the sand


I know the tide will rise


and wash them away


but I write them

until my hands are gritty

and the color of sand


I speak to the waves


I know they don’t hear

but I let the words roll out

of my mouth anyway

until they sound


like the waves


I listen to the wind


even when it is still


I can hear silence in the quiet


it utters words I wouldn’t

otherwise hear—they come

from within


© Neetu Malik


First published in TAT Poetry, December 2016





				
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