That is love...#poetry

When you aren't afraid

to have unshakable belief in yourself

that is love

 

When you aren't ashamed to adorn your style, your personalities

Even if they are unusual, old-fashioned

that is love

 

When you embrace both your sorrows and joys

your collection of hurts, your boxes of thoughts

with gentle hands

that is love

 

When you find yourself jostled and falling into a dark place

And still know, that all you need to bounce back

is to sit by yourself and sip a cup of coffee

that is love

 

When you can listen to the symphonies of your heart

and trust them to decide the rhythm and the melody of your life

that is love

 

At nights, when you gaze up at the stars

And see your name written in their glitter

that is love

 

When you dive into the ocean of yourself

and discover something that won't abandon you ever

that wwould stand by you for ever and ever

that is love

 

When you spend endless hours

programming deprogramming your mind, like a cosmic engineer

Because you will always choose the best for yourself

that is love

 

When life hurts you, or people

and you decide to walk away, because you understand that you can only love people, you can't save them

that iis love

 

When times get tough and situations harsh

but you keep going, you don't quit

because you know your greatness

that is love

 

When it gets too noisy and swarms of  echoes invade your peace

when ghosts of people from your past try to disrupt your innate joy

and you continue to look within your heart

shining your light

that is love

 

When you set yourself absolutely free, let your crazy, poetic self just be

when you aren't scared to dance like nobody's watching

that is love

 

When shadows tap on your shoulders trying to stop you

and you look in their face, smile and keep walking

that is love

 

When you aren't afraid to be afraid

yet you dwell in fearlessness

that is love

 

When you know that your mind can make you sick

and still have faith in the power and wisdom of your heart

that is love

 

When you invite your fears, your griefs, your worries and shames and pains

and cradle them and kiss their tears

not shoo them away

that is love

 

When the pages of your notebooks rumble and burst with the bizarre stories and fantasies of your creepy life

and yyou let them be

 Without trying to change them

that is love

 

When you aren't shy to seek out those you can share your life with, those you can cuddle or laugh with

and still understand that if there's a place where love springs from

its oonly and only your own heart

that is love

 

This, the one that you see in the mirror

that is love

 

you, my friend

is love

yes you....love

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This life....Happy New Year Song #poetry

This life, is a dream

A dream within a dream within a dream

A fleeting glimpse of the rainbow we call as “our world”

 

This life, is a labyrinth

A labyrinth spun intricately with stories

Stories we tell ourselves, stories we hear from others

Stories we believe in, stories we refuse to believe

 

This life, is a puzzle

Piece after piece after piece

we assemble it in time

only to watch them scatter again

 

This life, is a song

A meticulous composition of rhythms and sounds

A bittersweet symphony of pleasures and pains

Woo! Wheesh! Pff! Huh! Ummm! No! Yoohoo! Yay! Oh no!

 

This life, is an overcoming

Overcoming of yourself

Of who you thought you were, of what you thought you needed

 

This life, is also letting go

Letting go of what’s already gone

Letting go of what pulls you away from what is

 

This life, is also a becoming

The becoming of who you already are

The becoming of who you are designed to be

 

This life, is a process

The process of rise and fall

The process of high and low

 

This life, is a book

The big book of years

Years come, years go

But in the end, they leave

Stories, stories of horror and stories of romance

Stories of tragedy and stories of mystery

 

This life, is a dream

And as this year comes to a close

Make sure you recycle your old dream

And create new ones

It’s the time to slow down, to reflect, and release

So you can start anew, with a new dream, a greater dream

 

Because, even though life is a dream

A dream within a dream within a dream

You are the one who choose what to dream

This life, is a dream

But what a dream!

 

Happy New Year! 

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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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THE BLACK CRAYON - Poetry & Short Story by 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 to dismay,

a look of terror clawed over her face,

Sitting atop a cloud, she starting falling down

down and down into some dark alley

she shrunk and shrunk

but she kept colouring

as if a giant bucket of black paint had spilled itself

and now her fingers couldn’t stop

using this black crayon,

 

the yellow golden sky smudged into darkness

bluebells and marigolds drained of their colours

Nothing remained,

except for a gigantic dark blackness

and some slivers of white and grey spaces scattered hither-tither

 

Her joyful and playful world

had been engulfed under a giant shadow of black

Her box of crayons

nowhere to be seen or found

Everywhere she saw

there was only darkness,

a grim gloomy terrifying darkness

a cold hauntedness

there was quiet even though, but no silence

unlike in the worlds she drew with

her box of crayons…

 

Gold didn’t know what to do.

Her colourful world had shattered apart

Tears rolled down her icy white cheeks,

but the black crayon didn’t wash away

It was sticky, a wax crayon after all.

 

Gold spent days and days

weeks and months and years

crying and yelling

trying to smudge away the black crayon

from her sketchbook

and once again see the world

she had drawn with her

box of crayons…

 

but nowhere to be seen

was either her colourful world

nor her box of crayons…

 

Everywhere she saw

was only

a giant shadow

smudged everywhere around her

with black crayon

 

She slapped herself

she wailed

And regretted

why did she ever use

the black crayon…

 

But what else could she do

she didn’t know

what colour this black was…

she was an explorer

she explored all the colours

she had received

in her box of crayons…

but this one crayon

had smudged her entire world

into a blackening darkness,

a darkness she couldn’t escape from…

 

everything she drew

anything she painted

now got stained with

the colour of black…

 

She felt claustrophobic,

and immensely sad,

She wanted more than anything else

to get back her world

her vibrant playful blissful world

of colours,

her lovely box of crayons…

but all she could see

was the black crayon

which didn’t seem to finish,

only magnified and magnified

shattering every other colour

staining with black,

her box of colourful crayons…

 

She felt disgust,

She felt choked,

And shackled

 

She felt every moment

getting shrunk and shrunk

into tinier and tinier and tinier

her entire being

getting swallowed up

by the black crayon

 

She wanted to throw away

this black crayon

and free herself clean

 

But the black crayon had smudged

not only the colourful worlds in her sketchbooks

but her entire self

her hands her cheeks

every pore of her seemed to be

getting coloured by this

spooky curselike black crayon

 

She stood in front of a mirror

and shrieked a cry of horror

because now she herself

was turning bit by bit, pore by pore,

into

a black crayon.

Her teeth growing into giant pointy triangles

Her nails into pinny paws

She was getting covered from her foot to her scalp

in the colour

of the black crayon

 

She screamed

she kicked her feet

Her breath seemed to be getting choked out of her throat

 

But the black crayon

was now spiralling around her

spreading like giant branches

of a poisonous tree

wrapping rolling snaking around her

covering her pore to pore

into the colour

of the black crayon.

 

She used her will and might,

she used her power, and all her sight

but she was unable to get free,

from the serpentine grip of

this black crayon….

 

Losing her breath bit by bit,

she slumped down exhausted,

she had lost all her will,

but the memories were still

rolling down her black smudged eyes,

the memories of her colourful bright worlds

and the memory of her

box of crayons.

 

She had lost all hope

of even surviving,

let alone get back

her box of crayons….

 

Gold was not Gold anymore.

She wasn’t the same girl

as she was before.

Losing her box of crayons

she was now turning into a giant monster,

a monster, darker than the colour of black,

a monster, named as Black.

 

Her box of crayons

was now

but only

a giant black crayon,

and, Gold,

Gold was now,

Black.

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POEM | NaPoWriMo Poem #30

'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!

YELLOW SUMMER | NaPoWriMo Poem #29

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.

GOLD GLITTER | NaPoWriMo Poem #28

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!

ADJECTIVES | NaPoWriMo Poem #27

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!

PHANTOM SELF | NaPoWriMo Poem #26

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!

AURORA | NaPoWriMo Poem #25

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!  

ETERNAL SPRING | NaPoWriMo Poem #24

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!

COSMIC SPARKLE | NaPoWriMo Poem #22

 

​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!

CATWOMAN | NaPoWriMo Poem #21

 

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!

SUNFLOWERS | NaPoWriMo Poem #20

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!

PENCIL | NaPoWriMo Poem #23

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!

CANDY TREATS | NaPoWriMo Poem #19

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!

RESPLENDENT | NaPoWriMo Poem #18

 

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.

POLARITY | NaPoWriMo Poem #17

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