Neha's Notebook

  Soon enough the day will end Soon enough you’ll close your eyes and, Soon enough those colourful dreams will fade away And voices around you would go still Soon enough you’ll slip in a world unknown to you And Soon enough All those lists and plans Would become piece of papers so lifeless Soon enough my friend, soon enough You’ll think Why you have been thinking so much Soon enough you’ll come To a point where You’ll feel you need to change something And go for something you’ve been longing for long enough Soon enough you’ll want to give up But soon enough you’ll have a new dream And soon enough you’ll start again And this way the life’s worries will end, soon enough Soon enough my dear, soon enough.   Nehyaneha

Swimming in currents of time, Singing bittersweet ballads...

Monuments, laughters, colors & tides There are great things in the world outside But nothing can ever fulfill the agonies of our heart except for the love & acceptance that stems from inside.

NOTE IN WATER I'm a note in water constantly changing like transitory old-new waves chiming & dancing at blazing sun's gold coin beams & restful moon's whiteglow gleams I'm a note in water I change, never the same but the water in which I'm written remains always just the same! Neha's Notebook VIDEO DETAILS Poetry: by Neha's Notebook Background Graphic: by Neha's Notebook Voice: Neha's Notebook Background Music: No.5 The Day I Met Her by Esther Abrami [Shared by Youtube] LINKS Twitter: https://twitter.com/Nehasnotebook Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nehasnotebook Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/NehasNotebook/ Blogspot: https://itsnehasnotebook.blogspot.com/ YouTube Poetry Playlist: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL5 ... Quotes Gallery: https://www.instagram.com/thequotogra ... ABOUT My name is Neha. I am a writer, artist & creative expressions explorer. I write poetry, spin inspiring thoughts & create resourceful...

  WINTER Stars twinkle Sky's periwinkle Ponies gallop & shake lush frills of hair Snow-capped deserts sleep in deep slumberous air Garnet fires flare September takes a venture into winter's dark stream Guarding waters is cool moon the night's dream #vss365 #musemon #AutumnWrites — Neha's Notebook (@Nehasnotebook) September 20, 2021

  From a caterpillar's dark night to a butterfly's first flight What a miracle of life What glory, what might!! 🐛⚛️🦋 #SlamWords R8 #poetry — Neha's Notebook (@Nehasnotebook) September 4, 2021 Youtube Shorts  

From the pocket of a rainbow I picked up a pitcher brimming with color squashes & splashed it atop a heap of smokey black coals Simmering trembling splattering across pebbly streetscapes of my dark heart's ashes the colors painted a graffiti to bare my soul. #vss365 #MoonMystic — Neha's Notebook (@Nehasnotebook) August 22, 2021

Before all creation & doom In grey-sand of moon A poet with a weepy frown wrote a lovestory on blue dune Next, at peacock's tune Darkness kissed a star the star fell from moon Fell in my notebook's tress as if telling me to revive its lovestory with darkness #MoonMystic #vss365 — Neha's Notebook (@Nehasnotebook) August 10, 2021

there is a place inside our heart which is filled with crystalline starlight.   despite of the   nights of the earth, here there is a source of infinite sunlight.   Beyond all intellect, beyond brain’s all insights, there is a place as lucid as the moonlight   Do not hold so tight, Oh no! Let go of all your fright And sink straight into your grims and plights.   Just recite your heart’s verse, alright? be your own knight.   Yes, the world might backbite, yet you, keep burning your inner candlelight never give up on your life’s delight   The path is blocked with rocks and graphite, yet always follow your own line of sight   Be brave and mighty Its not yet the time for the settling of the twilight.   So, let’s pick up our own flashlights, let us all ignite, this bright, bright firelight!   this bright, bright firelight!  

Love yourself first, sweetheart.   Piece by piece, day after day, you fall apart   Night after night, crack after crack breaks your heart   the matrix of suffering only seems to magnify since the moment your life starts   smiles remain in fashion but what about the happiness don’t you lose it part by part?   honey-sweet words remain evergreen in style but what about love, “Oh, no-no, sweetheart!” isn’t your life is just an act, a plastic art?   do you really love someone unconditionally or do you only look at them only to fulfill the voids of your hollow-broken heart?   do you live your life engulfed in the polarity of pluses and minuses are you a human or like a tiny metal chip are you merely calculator smart?   do you only calculate currencies and calories do you only measure graphs and bar charts or do you remember to calculate the moments spent in laughters, fun and tarts? ...

    droplets of rain stippling on the streets and lanes,   blocks of charcoal concrete and pebbles rocky grey getting painted into a blanket of watercolour pools adding a layered texture, an extra glimmer to each grain   the plains of hot baked mudlands, falling asleep at the trance of soothening drizzles enchanted by the cementy fragrance of the petrichor the boiling desert duststorms, settling peacefully into a restful slumber, a lake-like rhythm.   the gurgles of thunder, the stormy roars, sparks of lighting, electric blue skies, a domino of cloud bursts, shedding misty showers, tipping itself into infinite tributaries, as the buttercups of earth unfold itself, for the saplings to emerge and rise.   as the pinkening breeze flutters dancily like a mellow whitecloth whispering in the golden corn fields of the countryside, the huts hatched in bamboo and straw murmuring their kitchen smokes in a caref...

Hello! In this video, I am depicting an animated style version of a poem written by me. It is titled as "PUNCTUATION". I wrote this poem in a #Project100 challenge during the time of December 2017. This poem features the various concepts of Punctuation, written towards an inspiring mood. The video contains hundreds of frames which, took me a lot many days to create. The animated style, along with the details and elements presented in the video has been conceptualized and created by me. The cool background music is from Youtube music library. I hope that this poem strikes a cute inspirational vibe in you, as it does for me too. Lastly, if you enjoyed watching this video and if you would be interested in watching more poems, and concepts like these, subscribe to my channel for staying notified about more exciting videos! thanking you, sincerely, Neha :) Punctuation Step outside the brackets , Stand on top of commas , And jump as high as you can. Then slide down the stic...

Be the moon, be a child.   Be the kind of wolf with eyes rosy wild.   Be sensual, fulfilled and tenderly styled.   Be the infinite ocean, fiercely roaring yet softly mild.

hand in hand, feet in sand, stars shimmering in the sky, water splashing on the land.

Who am I if not just a story? Like the syllable of a wave, spiralling itself infinite times, until all it appears to be is but a word in a book yet, this word carries within it story within a story story within a story story within a story.

  We are all puppets Of the great cosmic designer, The one who fills the morning suns With cups of yellow golden sunshine And the one who chimes and shimmers In the silver moon of the starry nights.   We are all puppets Of the great cosmic kite-flyer The one, at whose fingertips Fly the kites of all colours and shapes.   We are all puppets Of the great cosmic musician At whose rhythms do we pulsate Like strings of a guitar Like keys of a piano.   We are all puppets Of the great cosmic painter Who paints in lush green The crisp needles of leaves And the blades of the grass thin Who paints the curtains of butterflies and the rings of rainbows…   We are all puppets Of the great cosmic sculptor At whose fingertips, Does clay models itself And the mud vases fill their moulds.   We are all puppets Of the magnificent cosmic magician At the spell of whose wand Shimmers the wave tips, At the ver...