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...

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...

'Poem' is a word that flutters on the mountaintops In puddles & pebbles that fandangos & hops Like a boat that drifts On streams of milky mists And like a flock of doves that peregrinates from hills to treetops A word that nestles in the tiniest dewdrop That paints a peacock's feathers with rainbowy pop A word that shimmers in tones of electric blue-green An eye invisible yet seen A word that blooms in the meadows of golden springs That marks the arrival of dusk, the colour of homecoming!

In a story of a yellow rufous summer where zillions of tiny-little poems gathered together in coalesce to emit a vibration of light, the light so bright that it drowned away all the shadowlands, all that was dark, leaving only the fleeting glimpses of memory and deflating clouds of monsoons long gone, in that story of the yellow summer I was a witness, a spectator.

Life is an assorted smorgasbord of colours Dark and bright A melange of little glowy lanterns In dusk's coppery light From shadows livid To rainbows vivid From symphonies of seasons sweet & bitter To dreams of fantasylands Tippling with starry gold glitter!

I am a noun I have with me, a box of adjectives Stored in which Are my joys, lusts & griefs A casket of trinkets & beads And a thread that strings  them all together in a classical weave. At times Even I become an adjective too Cocooned in the noun of life I warble at its beauty & bounty the words & verses a few!

Nestling in the backdrop of the sky of dusk painted in a blend of persimmon & periwinkle husk, Humming in the space beyond  Bubbling like the quiet florescence Of glowy fireflies & cutesy unicorns Even beyond the music Of shimmering stardust Sings an invisible elf This song I know As the voice of my phantom self!

Every time  when the sun falls in love with the earth, the space above the sky lights up in zillions of ionic starbursts As if some mythological Pandora Swashes the cosmos  With speckles of sparkles & goblets of glitter Glassy iridescent lakes rise like serpentine heads of bony critters Streamers of dancing haloes close-up the dayspring Shimmery electric clusters of dusky pink, turquoise & sea green In a resonance of passion delicious tunes play in plethora  Swaying pirouetting magnetic waveforms Emerging in a classic aurora!  

where zillions of stars twinkle at the end of the day where bumblebees wander from flower to flower on their way where a tranquil breeze flutters in the golden-green fields where trails of hilly pines lead towards a waterfall perennial & chilled where fairies bungle on treetop swings such is the chronicle of the place where there is the eternal spring!

  ​ As the fabric of darkness curtains the springtide light A foxy seamstress sews it with a moon bright Starry rhinestones dotted here and there Perfuming breeze with a tranquil flare Somewhere in this musky darkness She encrusts a gem musical The north star, the cosmic sparkle!

  A catwoman's head is made up of ten thousand cats A Catwoman wears them all in her invisible hat As the Catwoman prowls around the universe from land to sky from sky to shores These ten thousand cats reverberate in chorus one rumbling roar!

memories of childhood – a vast meadow filled with infinite sunflowers sequinned tawny & brown faces towards the sun, yellow crayon smiles & blossoming mirrors, the wellsprings of pure gold!

A tendril silver-grey stick spiced with powdery charcoal soot & Wrapped in a glossy wooden flesh Spilling onto crisp notepapers words into poetry & poetry into puttery scribbles mesh Imprinting with its tootsie smudges Expressions of vulnerability, magic, tenderness!

Imagine someone with cotton candy cheeks Someone, with a smile Pleasant as a chocolate-lolly stick Someone whose eyes like raisins nutty brown Whose lips like roses that swirl into a candy town Imagine someone with a voice like honeyed sugarcane sweet So when they speak to you Your heart explodes with the feeling "Hurray! Candy treats!" Imagine someone sweeter than a billion cookies And a trillion desserts too Don't think too much 'Cause this someone is none other than you!

  Mighty is not the one who never falls, but the one who falls a little and rises a little to fall again to rise again incessantly drifting like a queer boat through the erratic play of flotillas of emotional waves yet never forgetting the flamebulb of resplendent spark that flares, blazes, flickers in the deepest recesses within oneself.

for, butterflies are compasses of eternity floundering for ever inside their gooey caterpillar cocoons striving for polarity to sprout their wings their life’s boons dusting the fragrance of floral honey off their teeny-tiny feet polarity, they teach us, ain’t so sweet

Humans are mirrors, Not quintessential or sublime But rather Inherently flawed reprises Glinting illusions & disguises Crackled fragments of broken dreams, crestfallen hearts Smithereens of turmoils & tribulations Shattered mirrors, splitted from pore to pore, part to part Plighted to a mortal coil of utter insanity  A chronicle lasting almost eternity!

I aspire to be a lighthouse Steady, stable and still Gushes of restless waves Crash and splash Lapping on my feet Yet I remain Unmoved in my will A symbol of sight An anchor of light  A lighthouse I aspire to be With all the might!