Love Arrives | Poem by Neha's Notebook #poetry

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

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Moment of Change | Poem by Neha's Notebook

 

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 never dies

It comes again and again in smithers and smithers

Like a half-asleep wild beast

Whose restless legs wriggle and slither

Moments of change rub the sandpapers of our hearts

It hurts, but they galvanize our soul

Phoenixes after all are stories, they aren’t born until stories are thrown

In fiery infernos that stick out their lolling tongues and burn them away all

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Breaking Dawn | Poem by Neha's Notebook

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 all the flowers you tickled on my skin

I tingled with aliveness and then danced free

 

Unmatchable is the beauty of this dawn

That tells the story of me and you

Of squirrels circling their palindromes

Of lazy bears guffawing with their crew

I’ve not forgotten

That this breaking dawn will eventually set to dusk

My quill will stop pursuing the paper

And dance of inks will contract into a silent husk

 

But then I will become the lake

And you’ll dance like the moonglade, will you not

Together we will encrust the orange sunsets

With another memory in the perfervid wake, we got

 

In the clefts of the darkening skies, we shall write

Lores of dead paintings that wept

And fables of sparrows and hummingbirds

That could not return to their nests

 

But when the world is set ablaze in the orange potion of light

This moment is not however what the breaking dawn will prevail

As I will bath in music clinging to the glittering silhouette of you

The breaking dawn will slowly burn this memory away, stealing my nightly veil

 

Yet the breaking dawn will forever sing

Sonnets of darkness and elegies of memories

I will once again put my pen to the papers

And scribble down the story of two lonely trees

 

Some quintessential words will trudge along the notebook edges

Some will cut their way past my thoughts and slip away

But as long as there is breaking dawn

I will immortalize you my love, I will write away

In the heart of this breaking dawn, your memory will forever sway  

 

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