Neha Singh

Neha Singh Sep 2013

wrote a love letter.

again.

after several months.. :)

i put myself in his shoes and felt so thrilled to receive it.
{every single time}
'oh **** i love her !'

and he broke up with me a few months later

Neha Singh Sep 2013

my gulmohar

we played
all midsummer games,
soiled and bruised

on the floors
rolling with laughter
and dancing blue.

Life calls.
hush, shush.she mustn't know.
quick,hide.

everything turns yellow.
groping still. i seek.
I spy.

and you became stars
i looked in awe.
a proud kid.

i loved you guys
o archade.love you still.
like gulmohar.

kgp will miss you.

A haiku i wrote for my seniors. The class of 2007.
with love.

Neha Singh Sep 2013

fresh and juicy

Frooti.Mine.Silence
Ambrosia , bonne bouche.Indulge
when fire flies.

Flushed and pouting
Emerald velvet beckons
Nature is jealous

Blushing splash, tickles
your tongue, sticky, double O.
two mangoes entwined

Oii buy me
just one more, pray
I have sinned.

My 1st haiku, written some 6 years ago.
I relive my childhood when that chilly mango taste rushes down the throat.
All you know is wrong.
You have been lied to your entire life. There are no other Mango drinks.
Other liquids claiming to be Mango-like are lying.
They are apostates from the true way of Frooti.
A true Frooti lover wouldn’t trade it or compromise with any other substitute.
Yeah right. No I don’t want Real, Slice, Maaza or Mango Sip instead.
Frooti is the uber-mango. Frooti is all.

Neha Singh Jul 2013

holmie

and tonight
i miss you my friend,
terribly.
not the fierce lover,
not tonight.
but the fierce friend
you were
and how you always
understood me.

you've left a gaping hole in my heart. and no one else can ever fill it,
like the moon i'll live with the craters, hoping some mad eyes will still find me beautiful..

Neha Singh Mar 2013

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when i'm with you
i'm a teenager
riding my new ladybird
buying my 1st strawberry soda

when i'm with you
i'm a 6 year old
happily drunk on frooti
swinging in the park
infront of my house

when i'm with you
i'm as shy as a teenager
wearing a laced bra
for the first time

when i'm with you
i see a butterfly flutterby
and wonder just how many of them
are inside my heart

when i'm with you
i feel the wind in my hair
while you take me in your arms
and spin the world around me

when i'm with you
i am that 6 year old
playing hopscotch
holding my skirt
kicking about with my small toes

when i'm with you
i'm wearing that babypink & cream frock
that my father gifted on my 6th birthday,
and running around barefoot with joy

when i'm with you
i'm that shy teeanger coz
my crush has a crush on me too

when i'm with you
i want to buy popsicles & cotton candies
and collect stickers and tazos with you

when i'm with you
i let you tie my laces
and choose which color of gems
i am going to have next

When i'm with you
i wonder how blue the skies are
how green the grass is
how flirtatious the wind is
and why you love me so much

in memory of a rare love, written in a heartbeat.

Neha Singh Jan 2013

on my knees

if you were to suddenly appear on the road
that i'm walking
right now
i will fall on my knees
weak & shivering
with a strange mix of pain & pleasure

and if you smile, only god can help me..

Neha Singh Jan 2013

. . .

oh, what would i not do
to relive our first kiss
and that uncomfortable unfamiliarity
of seeing your face properly
for the first time.
that night of our first snow,
when every flake was a spoken word
and every move, so incorrigibly impetuous.

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