Nestled
Among interstellar
Drifted silently faraway
Offering to the fates
Adieus
To Love
Swallowed by tempest
Drenched in mirrored memories
Unerasable.
©️ Neha.M.Taneja

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Cinnamon
Fragranced air
And November sun
Awakening the burrowed warmth
From
Hibernating heart
Secret silent poetry
Nurtured sweatered clasped by
Love.

©️ Neha.M.Taneja

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Post the summer break
She took the seat next to me
My heart somersaulted with happiness
And missed a few beats
Thought of her and listened to love songs on repeat.
Cinnamon fragrance captivating me
longing to slide my fingers through
Her soft brown hair.
©️ Neha.M.Taneja

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Freedom
Is it ?
Ages ago Caged
Feathers clipped and tamed
Fed
Imposed love
Released to leave
Remember, no longer the
Sky.

©️ Neha Minocha Taneja

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I dwell in Possibility
Of Poetry and Prose
Staring at the Windows
Behind the closed Doors.

Winter breezing through Cedars
Intoxicated my Eye
Impelling imagination to the Roof
To peep at the Sky.

Our hearts, when is the purest
Can find This,
Or colossal it is, for my tiny Hands
To fathom Paradise.

©️ Damayanti

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I dwell in Possibility -
A House among the Clouds -
Doors opening in Heaven -
Windows overlooking Eden -

Aroma of the Cinnamon-
Intoxicating the senses -
Petrichor with everlasting hope-
Rains drenching my soul -

Birds and Bards gathered-
To Sing and Inspire -
My hopeful heart filled with desires
To hold on to this Paradise -

©️ Neha Minocha Taneja

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Postcard From Tea Garden

Anonymous
Postcard arrived
Stories of rain
Sunshine, Fragrance wifting the
Hills
Busy hands
Umbrella, baskets, laughter
Stories, songs with healing
Melodies.

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Remembering
Watercolour scenes
Wrapped in magic
The clocks went forward
Changing
Dandelion dreams
To hollow silences
Midnight promises and emotions
Departed
Begin again
Chasing unattainable butterflies
In the lap of
Moonlight.

©️ Neha Minocha Taneja

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Is
Love rhythmic ?
Fleeting like seasons
Fragrant summer nights to
Thunderstorms
Pouring rain
and waning patience
'Can we begin again'?
Dreaming
Crimson sunsets
Palm in mine
Zephyr beloved of autumn
Caresses.

©️ Neha Minocha Taneja

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Story of bygone days
Now, it sounds like poetry
180 days of summers
Wrapped in magic
Locked in endless embrace
Under the magnolia tree.

Stained in your hues
Holding the bouquet of love.
Now, memories are reflected in
Blurred Polaroids.

Loud silence and hollow harmony
Makes slow cuts in the heart
The sadness of the sky
Cumulus pouring its tears on me.

©️ Neha Minocha Taneja

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