Neha's Notebook

Love arrives in glory Wearing garbs of intense heartbreak It looks into your eyes And brushes your hair with a smile “Don’t worry,” it says, “I’ll take care of you” “Don’t be afraid of the dark,” “it’s just a color” it tells you. With its fingertips Love touches you In places you never knew existed within you With its ambrosial embrace It soothes you With the spark of its fire It molds you into gold And then when its time is over Love whispers goodbye Leaving souvenirs in your heart That’ll guide you Till eternity Read more poems by me Follow on Twitter

  Life flits past us In a moment of change Often too quick That we can’t hold its entire range   Of sadness, grief, wrath, rage Shapeshifting holograms appear disappear There is sometimes ecstasy and bliss Not to forget the leery voice of fear   A melancholous sorrow wails before us While a resplendent release awaits with open arms The darkness still tugs upon our shoulders Dangling like clinking bracelet charms   All the while the old telephones go haywire with dissonance The sunlit lakes draw us in intoxicating gravity of silence Flamebulbs of tranquilizing energies swirl within Mollifying the shadows into charcoal cleanse   A moment of change arrives at our doorstep Carrying buggies of words dressed in emoticons We may resist, at first, but eventually We learn to let go and move on   The journey doesn’t come to an end Though stories do culminate Teardrops slather the loose-leaf pages As we flip through, fearful of their fate   The moment of change n...

From the welkins of breaking dawn Light emerges through the cracks Golden emollient bursting through the crevices Bangles of dazzling color in nature’s lac   As the dazed passion of morn girdles round me In the vertigo of ecstasy, I stay afloat Unfettered become all the shackles and pinions Pintucked to my trembling boat   Falling from the azure ocean of sky Diamond droplets of dew plunge into the peachy pool of my flesh Bring back recollections of a memory A sea of burning persimmons and reds, blazing fresh   I thought I died in winter But this memory makes me rethink Of all the twilights when you set me alight Inside the fiery cauldron of your gaze, without blink   When I lay slumped in the dead slumber In teppenwitz graves of my mini-deaths You loved me back to life Awakening catacombs with the warm gust of your breath   It would be unjustness if I deny The glory of this breaking dawn that reminds me Of al...