Neetu Archives

Between the Lines by Neetu

November 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Neetu, pauses, poetry, silence, words unsaid

Between the Lines

a comma, a pause—
maybe even a full stop
heaves its way
between the lines

silence lingers to make
a statement, take
a breath, wait
between the lines

no words to complete
just spaces that speak
oceans that flow
between the lines

Some of Neetu’s Books

Pennsylvania Bards’ Eastern PA Poetry Review 2023

THE POETIC BOND X

THE OCOTILLO REVIEW SUMMER 2018 VOL 2.2

THE POETIC BOND V

THE POETIC BOND VI

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Endurance by Neetu

October 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as endurance, finding your way, Neetu, poetry

Endurance

a feeble flame
does not illuminate
my path on this
dark night

I must stop
until day breaks
and shows me the road
that lies ahead

if there be one
in such dolorous times

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Forsythia Blooms by Neetu Malik

February 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as flowers, forsythia blooms, loss, Neetu

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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Yearning by Neetu

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


 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.
  
 © Neetu Malik

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The Gardener by Neetu Malik

July 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as gardener, Neetu, nurturing, poems, poetry

 
The Gardener
 
  You water me  
 that I may grow 
 lush and luxurious
  
 you prune me 
 when my branches stray
 too far out or too high
  
 you mulch me when
 you think I may
 wilt or die
  
 you nurture me as if
 I’m too frail to stand
 on my own
  
 as if without you
 I may fail to thrive
  
 in truth, maybe it is you
 who needs me,
 to survive.
  
 © Neetu Malik