Snow Angel by Neetu
December 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as dreams, happy, Neetu, poetry, snow, snow angels
Snow Angel
I shaped you in the snow
the last time it descended
from the misty sky above
gentle flakes fluttered
settled thickly upon barren earth—
forming soft cloud comfort
I carved a dream
with my happy soul, smiling,
my eyes searched the universe
there were no stars that night–
just a crystalline radiance, in which
I molded the dream.
© Neetu Malik
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Between the Lines by Neetu
November 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Neetu, pauses, poetry, silence, words unsaid
Between the Lines
a comma, a pause—
maybe even a full stop
heaves its way
between the lines
silence lingers to make
a statement, take
a breath, wait
between the lines
no words to complete
just spaces that speak
oceans that flow
between the lines
© Neetu Malik
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Endurance by Neetu
October 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as endurance, finding your way, Neetu, poetry
Endurance
a feeble flame
does not illuminate
my path on this
dark night
I must stop
until day breaks
and shows me the road
that lies ahead
if there be one
in such dolorous times
© Neetu Malik
Forsythia Blooms by Neetu Malik
February 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as flowers, forsythia blooms, loss, Neetu
Forsythia Blooms
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We meet here again
but I am alone
shielded by forsythia
behind memories
forged and forgotten
in fields that have
seen snow and rain
lain desolate
before seasons change
and drifting winds carry
sounds of birdsong
to end winter's silence.
We meet again but
I am alone
with golden bells that
chime your presence
as they rise from the earth
warm once more.
© Neetu
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
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