Reverberating Silence

Voluble death
Voiceless Life

Inability of the night
To conceal the nonexistent 


The potency of the dreams
No more eros, 
No more a sprite sprinkles dust,
No more leprechaun cohorts

My prayers languishing… gradually
My breath trilling… feebly
My smile spreading… slowly

Angels croon…
Yes, death becomes me!


Copyright © Neerja Yadav

pocketful of daydreams




He says “you look stunning…” ; three simple words and am surrounded by butterflies, unwittingly I blush… 

Even with winters muscling in, jostling for space with smog and traffic even with cacophony of this world going horribly wrong in most parts, ... its spring in my heart.

It's golden time. Unfurled shine!

I inevitably deconstruct moments and intentions. Relishing, reliving, overthinking, analysing. The conflict!

And then I close my eyes…all I can see is the fire in those eyes! 
The silence is filled. With just a word.  A noun.

The moon shows its waning face veiled behind the cloud canopy. Things turn iridescent, blushing each time she shows her face again. The gravel glints. Emotions at the surface.

It’s not on purpose.  But everything seems to be suddenly shifting and colliding.

Logic isn’t something you feel until you loose it and everything from the day slides up against moments like this… Illogical and Right!

Everything tumbling to create a bright, discordant geometry in the present moment while the cars light up the eyes… the irises reflecting… images…

Cliff jumping towards the unknown…

There is a voracity and hunger to it that belies balance. 
It’s no accident we say we “fall” when we are in love.

The hardest thing is to feel the force of stillness balancing the velocity of perpetual action.

Before I know it, I respond… this feels like a completion and continuation.

Fingers intertwined. We breathe.


Copyright © Neerja Yadav