Appearances by Neetu

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Appearances

I hear a knock at the door . . .
but no one appears

I sigh with relief
because I don’t need
an audience
when I am dressed
in my pajamas at noon
couldn’t care less
to impress
or to pretend
I’m a sophisticate
just waking up late
having exhausted
my intellect solving
climate change
or something still undefined
but to be expected
at the crack of dawn
one day in the future
if I am still alive

when all I did
was stare at my coffee
until it was cold . . .

but the relief!
Oh why must I apologize
for what I wear
or what I believe
even if someone appears
uninvited at my door?

The thought troubles–
I go inside
myself . . . feeling
like a hypocrite
disenchanted by
the force of habit
to seem nice

(c) Neetu Malik


Some of Neetu’s Books


Author Bio
Author Bio
Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
  • Birds by Neetu

    crow flies overhead
    I hear pandemonium

  • Hurricane by Neetu

    last night’s hurricane  blew the roof off
    pieces of felt lay on the street like bits of rubber tires

  • Roots by Neetu

    She needs to dig deep
    to pull the roots
    that grow under her feet
    to do so requires strength

  • Sanctuary by Neetu

    my room
    a sanctuary
    at the end of the day

  • Molting Bird by Neetu

    It must have been 
    a stormy night
    when love flew out the window
    of my vacant room 

    like a feather 

    from a molting bird.

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Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.

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