Neha's Notebook

THE BLACK CRAYON   Once upon a time there was a girl named Gold. Her eyes like bright sapphires her cheeks like blossoms red and bold.   Gold had a box of crayons. With which she painted dusks and dawns. Colouring mornings bright golden with crayon yellow and with green crayons sketching blades of grass, soothing mellow…   With her box of crayons Gold coloured the sky and the bluebells, Lost in the sketchbook of her life Gold carved herself a sparkling rainbow shell, Reds of roses, and pinks of sunsets, orange of marigolds, and creamy white of jasmines, Oceans of emerald blues dripping from her dance As she played with winds, fire, moon and earth’s skin With a palette full of sparkles and colours, She painted her laughter and playfulness   Until one day,   when she came across a crayon the black crayon,   As she picked it up, and scrubbed it against her sketchbook’s paper, her laughter turned...

Silhouettes of appearances Often eclipse the firelight of the soul As if amidst a trillion hypnotic temptations We're walking alone Sensitive trampoline hearts & stained glass dolls In a show that causes us to slowly forget what it feels to stand in the vast sunny meadow of our soul

  Dusty morgue Lightless chamber Open window Crooked branch across moon's diameter His attention in space outside while through a door inside secretly pops out an arm behind his back 2 neon eyes glow on branch Flashy red reflection in his eyes' tranche #vss365 #vsspoem #Postmortem — Neha's Notebook (@Nehasnotebook) August 25, 2021

ABANDONMENT Once the play has finished & characters are drained for the day Life condemns us into brutal abandonment Discarding like a dirt-stained paper tray Even to breathe deems a competition Let alone love, that remains a 1000 dreams away! #MoonMystic #vssDreams #vss365 — Neha's Notebook (@Nehasnotebook) August 9, 2021

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? ...

Photo Source:  https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/32/fa/1c32faa909fa6eee778cd517d998e569.jpg There is a blue  cloud Inside my neck. It is called as  Fear. Whatever I see, Seas, skies, sun  and shoes Gets coloured in  its Colour of blue. Choking the air my  breaths, Blocking the  rhythms of my heartbeats, Like bugaboos, this  cloud of blue rains droplets of  crystalline poison of blue. Dazzling serpentine  spread-sheds Or all those majestic-headed  roars Seem to be a  memory now remote For, the king of  the jungles are now merely teeny boars. All this because  of This cloud of  blue Inside my neck. But, not bad it  is, The cloud of  blue, For it sticks  with me Better than any  artist’s glue It stands by my  side,  like a love true. I too seem to  fall in love With this cloud of blue.