The Hereafter
They say there are
two sides of the graveone where grass grows green
trees bloom and decay, leaves fall
winter winds blow, then
life renews againand you can walk and breathe
watch the sky and the streets
touch and be touchedthe other side, I’m told, is evergreen
peaceful and sedateis it the dead below the ground
that whisper such tales? Or is it
the living who search for gracein their lush imagination
of a fertile eternity?© Neetu
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Walk me through
your caveshow me the petroglyphs
the stories
you have laboriously pecked on the walls
with your hammer stone,
carved in the light of a lantern
where shadows cast gloom. -
I am but dust
a grain of sand
blowing whichever way
the wind blows
in the universe -
You were the guest at my table picking on the corners of the table cloth, fingers nervously folding and unfolding mutilated pride.
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Neetu Malik’s poetry is an expression of life’s rhythms and the beat of the human spirit. She draws upon diverse multicultural experiences and observations across three continents in which she has lived.
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I tread softly in your world mindful of my footsteps
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