Grey Skies by Neetu Malik
October 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik
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I should have cut a piece of blue sky
or maybe two
one for each pocket
the last time it stretched
above me
unblemished and clear,
but I forgot it wouldn't last--
no, it never does.
At least I have the memory
of its cerulean loveliness
when the days are dark
faint though it is
it still hovers like a lost star
searching for a place in
my universe.
©Neetu Malik
Yearning by Neetu
September 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Neetu, tears
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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
A Parting by Neetu
August 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as A Parting, Neetu Malik, poetry
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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
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
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Aware by Neetu
June 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Neetu Malik, Poet's Day, poetry, sand, tide, waves. quiet
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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