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The Pianist by Neetu

April 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as music, Neetu Malik, poet, poetry, The Pianist

You play the piano, I listen— 
 notes slide off 
 your fingers
 
 smooth as ambrosia, 
 dripping a symphony 
 or a ragtime song 
 into my senses 
 parched for so long. 
 
 Thirsting for the heady 
 intoxication to fill 
 my emptiness
  
 I turn to see your 
 graceful form, 
 your dancing fingers, 
 mesmerized
 
 the world slips away, 
 as drop by drop, 
 pure enchantment 
 shivers briefly 
 
 then sinks into 
 the deepest 
 tunnels of me. 
 

 
 © Neetu Malik 
This poem was first published in The Australia Times Poetry Magazine.

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Silence by Neetu

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

Silence

between you and me
and the crashing
of the sea

no sound is heard
but that of seagulls
circling in the sky

drop by drop

silence trickles

lengthening each

moment

before it runs dry

© Neetu Malik

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Star Magnolia by Neetu

February 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Neetu, Spring, star magnolia

I awoke
to a sprouting of spring—
will you pin it in my hair?

I wonder
as the starry white blossoms
flutter in the cool morning breeze

I know
that they will blush
to the touch of warm sunny days
still to come

They are
a promise of tomorrow
as it rises from winter’s long sleep.

© Neetu Malik

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The Perfect Death by Neetu

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

They have been sitting on the porch 
 in reclining chairs, an old couple, 
 watching the world go by 
  
 each evening the sun's shadows pass 
 over their faces revealing 
 nothing more than a few lines 
 of contentment 
  
 they never touch, their hands 
 always resting neatly on their laps, 
 or sometimes, they hold a glass of wine. 
  
Passersby note with some surprise 
 how unmoved they are by changes 
 like when they widened roads 
and built that new high-rise 
 right in front of their little row house, 
 dug out cherry trees and tall maples 
 that grew on both sides 
  
 but no one wants to ruffle sunshine 
 with questions—
 they just wave and smile. 
  
 Today they sit as usual, 
 the last of the sun's rays flicker 
 grudgingly, a little hesitant, it seems 
  
 the woman extends her hand,
 touches his
  
 their eyes meet—
 her hand still on his, a quiver 
 passes her lips, 
  
 she closes her eyes 
 as he covers her hand 
 with his.

© Neetu Malik

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A Gift by Neetu

December 26, 2018 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as A Gift, moments, Neetu Malik, poetry

A Gift

I will not count the seconds
I will not check the clock

I will listen only to the sound of
my own inhale and exhale and
the tapping of keys

watch my breath stir the strands
of my hair
as it falls below my chin
over this keyboard
          my fingers
typing this note
to myself, this moment
a gift I give