Goodness Of Love

Morning sun

Brightens your face

Arms around my waist

Sleeping like a child

The alarm rings

You push me softly

Against the warmth of your heart

In apprehension of me

Taking leave of you

I big smile greets my face

As I remember the words

You whispered to me last night

“No more grabbing of empty sheets

I want you by my side

As I open my eyes

For me, my first moment

Without you is like,

A day without day,

Breath without breath

A life without life

Please be with me

Till the end of my sleep

And beginning of my day”

It is not easy for me either

To deprive me of your warmth

Sometimes goodness needs a pause

To be more delightful and valuable

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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.

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