neera-kashyap
I am from India and live in Delhi. I have written poems for Indian journals, both online and print. I specially like Tanka poetry and have written some too. It's really nice to get a daily poem and an anytime read from Hello Poetry. Look forward to your poetry. Neera
Troubles spur
more trouble,
more trouble and more.
Sickened, indifference grows
first weak, then strong...
Trouble lurks in wait
like a shrunken
shadow under the noonday sun,
Dazed into disappearance.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
Neera Kashyap
rain comes to the hills
after the city desert
just as I enter home:
light, irregular, drumming –
rain and heart beats flow as one
here in solitude
Mind follows to sink in rest
in vistas of blue hills
then like a crouching cat… waits
to blot the hills with other thoughts
plump pink clouds nestle
in the blue rain washed ranges
I smile at the hues -
a girl rises from a sparse field
smiles at my pink umbrella
A peach tree in a
luscious orchard never fruits
a forest fire flares –
a singed orchard and the peach
shocked into pale pink flowering
- Summer home is based on the traditional Japanese Tanka structure of of 5/7/5/7/7 syllables per verse
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC
Lady RF
Soul Searching
I searched
the deepest depths
of the vastest oceans,
I searched way up high,
past the clouds,
in the bluest of blue skies,
I searched
deep in the hearts
of nature's greenest forests...
It turns out,
that I was carrying it within me
all along - only now, do I realise.
By Lady R.F ©2016
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
Emily Burns
inspired maybe
Sometimes I wonder
if I even survived
my childhood.
Maybe some part of me
is sleeping
up on the hill.
One of those
Nightmares
That I couldn't escape
Carried me off
In its jaws
and so maybe
I am planted.
Looking down
At all the people
I can't remember.
I hope that I am ashes.
I never wanted a stone.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
She wrote her poems for the winds
If you read the winds you can read them
Sometimes the winds also
bring them to you
as a sort of caress
to the eyes, to the blood
to the heart.
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
I swear ink runs through my veins
A piece of paper passes as my heart
I hold your hand like a pen
Press it against my chest to feel
Every beat leaves a word written upon it
Endless poems and prose
You inspire even when you're gone
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
The bud said to the flower,
I have the freshness of promise,
dawn in my colors, dew in my folds;
wind, sky, rain as food and play.
I dream of my beauty and fragrance
seeping into the universe
like the love of the wind, sky, rain and sun
like the love of the dew of dawn.
The wild flower blazed redly in the waxing sun,
upright, even as it wilted in the heat
witnessing the sun’s waxing and waning,
bearing the slashing whips of cold and rain,
bearing the wayward claps of wind and storm;
Its beauty and fragrance seeping into the universe unnoticed.
It replied: innocence is of no consequence;
Ripeness is.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
summer garbage below
stench rises like yeast
to this fourth floor trap
I strip, circle a dot on a map
a different heat rises
the Tao says
enjoy your food, your family
your garden, your neighbor -
I hear roosters crow
in another country
I am bound to you, I said
I am bound to you, you said
cords of haste waste tangles
underlying current flowing blithe -
forgotten
wave
boundless ocean
wave
boundless ocean
wave boundless.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC
The rubber tree glimmers in fragrant rain,
dust sliding back to earth in pouring notes.
Grim greyness leaves to green limp veins, ribs, blades;
wet breathing pores, refreshed with clemency.
Arrive so I forget when you depart.
Arrive so I forget when you hit out
with your unkind departures, exits free.
Arrive so I forgive, forget, abide.
This dance is not just mine but yours, my foe.
This dance is not just ours but Time's to move,
unspooling clouds of film to fill the hours
so Time dissolves, enthralling hearts with joy.
To throng today with thoughts of your goodbyes.
To throng today with thoughts of endless Time
is greyness; the dance of rain unheeding
the stealing back of grey, of grime, of thirst.
The spool unfolds the hues of dusty breath.
The spool unfolds the hues of endless thought.
For brown a scarred hill, raging red for prey;
the clean of green departs, the screen remains.
Then why do I romance with you, my foe?
Then why do I romance with you in dreams?
Infringing sleep where thoughts no longer flow.
Then stilling colors all, the Screen remains.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
Cloud and snow spume
drift about your summit
veiling your face
Ma Nanda Devi
fixing my gaze to eternity
Rising like a giant shard of
rock carved over a million years,
snowfields scoured by avalanches, your steepled
peak a vast cathedral
Impossibly tall and steep
you rise abruptly over a
guardian ring of summits
witness to your inner realms of being,
the outer gorge of Rishi Ganga's roar
Climbers say in higher climes
light contrasts with darkness, flower leas with worn ridges, fear with elation
O paradox of the sublime
your name means Joy, enduring Joy
The veil lifts, was it the smoke of fires lit
by sages on your summit?
Your natural symmetry of two identical peaks suddenly at ease
is visible from my cottage window.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC