A Walk in the Rain
September 26, 2022 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as A Walk in the Rain, beautiful, cobblestones, Neetu, Paris, rain
A Walk in the Rain
Paris, they say,
is beautiful
when it rains—
now I know.
The cobblestones
gleam beneath
our feet, as you
and I, our arms
entwined,
inhale the scent
of romance
washed clean
of old arguments
betrayed loyalties.
Nothing in between
but occasional
crisp sparks
of our own
lightning, intense,
tempered only
by the summer
zephyr carrying
whiffs of rosemary
drenched in the ardor
of Paris.
©Neetu Malik
Previously published in The Poetic Bond V by Willowdown Books, U.K, in 2016
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Crumpled
August 26, 2022 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Crumpled, Neetu, thoughts, tossed away, violins
Crumpled
it is just another day
with not much to say—
so I pick up my thoughts
make a crumpled ball
to simply toss away
from the early ticking of the clock
through the sliding of the day
tepid flows each striking hour
measuring listless, mundane minutes
it is just another day
someone ought to strum
the silent strings on this violin
so I pick it up
but it responds
with a doleful, grainy screech
instead of a soulful melody
I just hold it limply by the neck
run my fingers along its shape
and like my crumpled thoughts
I toss it on the bed
there is really nothing to say
the words have melted away
into the stump of last night’s candle
shapeless, obscure, worthless…
just another day
©Neetu Malik
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Choreographer
July 26, 2022 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as dancing, Neetu, shadows, shapes
Choreographer
She plays with shadows
twirling them with her fingers
making shapes she doesn’t
understand though
they are
but shadows, they dance–
she is too rapt in
their movements to realize
the choreography is in
her hands.
© Neetu Malik
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Searching for Flamenco
June 26, 2022 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as dancers, flamenco, guitar, Neetu, Spain
Searching for Flamenco
The streets of Seville keep
their best secrets hidden in the dark
cobbled paths wind in stillness
I wonder where all the dancers have gone
cafes and restaurants throb with the pulse
of a late night soiree
the candles have burned down to stubs
but the servers will not turn out the night
until platters of paella and pitchers of sangria last
I ask where I might find a tablao,
to be charmed and mesmerized
taking directions, I walk into the soft beam
of streetlights through the tangled sleeping town
on the other side
it is so quiet—
what is tucked behind the old buildings
in a walled courtyard I can barely glimpse?
I walk inside—
ensconced in a shell
of darkness, burns the fire
of a woman, her back finely arched
she is attired in a ruffled gypsy dress
her voice reaches
into the desert…………
the man with the guitar plucks on strings—pulling me inside
I have arrived.
© Neetu Malik
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In the Moonlight by Neetu
May 26, 2022 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as hiding, moonlight, Neetu, revealing, time
In the Moonlight
in moonlight's soft sheen I bare all that I am it's the sun's harsh rays that send me scurrying into dark caves and crevices where I am enveloped in the shell worn and roughened through years and tread of time's wheels, cracked by aches and maladies with marks etched deep in my self © Neetu Malik
