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About neetuwali

Hi! I am Neetu. Who am I? This question is very difficult to answer. Well! If you insist, let me reveal. I am a human and like every other human I eat, sleep, drink, dance, sing, laugh, smile, cry and so on. Hang on! There is a difference. Unlike most of the human beings, I breathe and when I breathe, I relax. When I am relaxed, I draw. I draw sketches of me in words. I have been orbiting around sun for forty years now. I started this journey on the Valentine day of 1974. I have seen people craving for heaven and I was born in the only heaven on earth (Kashmir). My Grandfather was a spiritual personality and a renowned poet of his time. Though he left me around 35 years ago, I couldn’t let him go. I carry him in my eyes and mind and will do that till the end of my life. I hate words, yet I am full of words. I know words cannot express, yet I express me through words, because they are the only medium I am familiar with. That is why I try to express me as much as possible with as minimum words as possible. When I did Masters in business administration, I never knew, writing will be the only business in my life. More than hobby writing is a necessity for me, because it helps me get the load of thoughts off my head. I don’t remember when it that I wrote my first poem was. But I surely know the time of my last poem. Surely,not before my last breath.

Brittle Bones

She was excessively cute
A doll of two
More cute than barbie
Her tilted eyes
Pierced my heart
Her dis balanced smile
Shook my nerves
She laughed in stammer
That made me terrible
I couldn’t resist touching her
With my blessings
And I did
What followed
Broke my heart into pieces
She cried and cried so bad
As if in extreme pain
Seemed like the pain
Her mother would have faced
On her birth
I was lost
Didn’t know what happened
Her mother came running
Tears into her eyes
She was just looking at her
And crying with her
Same sound same pain
Please don’t touch her
Please don’t touch her
Her mother shouted madly
Please don’t touch her
In my excitement of her cuteness
I missed the little paper notice on her little frock
It said
“Please don’t touch her
Her bones are brittle”
I felt as if the bone of my life
Had cracked
I didn’t know
How to cry on this
I was fractured within
Will my Lord!
Ever forgive me for this sin

I strive to write

I strive to write
Light
Like feather
Words that
The wings of eyes
Can carry
To the sky of heart
In just a blink
Of lashes
I do my best
To avoid
The stink
Of stale flowers
And
Tedious curves
Of
Old vacant valleys
I am like a
Like a tireless stream
Of poetry, whispering
Small yet fresh drops
Of words
To pebbles and Rocks
Of minds on my way to destiny
I strive to move on
Without fail
My journey
Is my destiny

Deception

A sweet Deception
A bubble of milky light
Floating on Milky Way
Rough and asymmetric rocks
Block their view
From space to mind
This moon is a beautiful deception
Sometimes deception is beautiful

‘I’,
A bubble
An outburst of emotion
‘I’,
A deception of ‘Eye’

Horror and glamour
Two sides of a mirror
Realisation and
Deception

Try them
Before you buy them
Belief and question
Words are a deception

Metamorphosis

My dear lord
Make me shift
From dead to alive
From darkness to light
To vision from sight
From rituals to values
From hatred to love
From understanding to realisation
To truth from perception
From age to experience
To wisdom from intelligence
From violence to silence
Let my life be a continuous
Process of metamorphosis

Lost Moments

Now that
We have grown old
Our faces are like
An Ocean of time
Waves flowing down
I pray to wake up
Tomorrow morning
Wearing my familiar night gown
Before I forget
Your name and face
Hug me tight and kiss me bright
Tell me precisely
How much you love me
And please do this
Every moment till
My memory is alive
Till you become a stranger to me
Till I begin my struggle
With our identities
Till I ask you
Who are you?
Till I tell you
Not to touch me
And pull you apart
I know it kills you
Moment by moment
To be lost and found
Moment by moment
I am sorry
I just don’t seem to recognize
Things at times
They call it Alzheimer’s
For me it is like being
In and away from love
From spring to autumn
From bloom to gloom
Every time I am back
I want to be back in spring
I want to bloom
So hug me tight
Kiss me bright
Till I fall apart
From the branches of your arms
Like a dry leaf
In fall

Flight of a Write

I wish to write
On a kite
And fly it above the clouds
White and bright
I will pull the string
Till my fingers bleed
And fell apart
I hope by then
It will reach the
Part of
space
Where Gods reside
Gods must be busy
It won’t take them much
Of their time
To read my rhyme
It will have just three letters
Y’m I

Fight Of Shadows

I walked off Me
And into the
Corridor of my house
It was not the same
Had mirror walls
Both the walls strangely
Revealed strange images
Of my familiar self
Broken glass pieces on the floor
I was broken into millions
And I thought
I was alone
My house
A heart haunted by
Countless strangers
My twins
They looked into my
Eyes
And melted into lies
Like wax
Again I was alone
Nobody resides
In my skin and bones
From wax to blood
The floor gets wet
I am made to walk
Through the steam
My feet red
Red with blood
Swollen with wounds
Wounds of unknown
Familiar shadows
This is an endless
Fight of shadows
The life of mine

Wise or Weird

He was acting weird
Running and jumping
In the middle of a road
Rolling down the road
Playing with pebbles
Singing and laughing
Crying and weeping
All simultaneously
I found myself engrossed
In his act of innocence
For all obvious reasons
He was mentally sick
Was he?
No, because what
He did next
Proved he was
More than wise
He came to me
And handed me a note
It read
Do you need someone
In your life?
I am saying this
Because you seemed so cool
It seemed you were
In no hurry
To go home
When everybody else was
If that’s true
You can call me
Because as you could see
I too am in no hurry
To go home
I smiled
And was about
To tear the note
When something stopped me
And I placed it in my wallet
Carefully!

You Know You are a Poet

You know you are a poet
When your girl-friend
Wants you to miss her B day
Because she doesn’t want to
Read another write

You know you are a poet
When your friends enjoy the
Beach party
And you find yourself
Searching for a piece of sand
That no waves can carry away

You know you are a poet
When stars turn into glossy leaves
And moon turns into a bright fruit

You know you are a poet
When you sleep
On a bed of paper
Making love with words whole night
Under a dim light

You know you are a poet
When the flight of a colourful
Kite
Is more important than the snake l
On the ground
So keen to bite

You know you are a poet
When the weight of that paper
In your hands
Is more than the weight of
Paper in your pocket

You know you are a poet
When you don’t know
Till your friends
Call you so

When I Die

I am sure
When I die
No one will cry
I made everybody
So independent of me

I wish
My every day
Was like my funeral
Everybody around me
Talking about me
And I don’t even
Bother to see

Have some grave concerns
About my life beyond grave
When the earth of my birth
Becomes the dust of my grave
And I face my grave
Was I the brave
Who braved all odds?
Shall I en-grave the word
On my grave?