Cycle of Life



The sun doesn’t set
Just because
You called it a day
The day is still on
You just turned around
And missed the sound
Of your breath
The world does ‘t stop
Just because
It is the last day
Of your life
You have all the right
To pause
Come on
Cause your life to a halt

I hold me in my hands

The warmth of my palm

Melts the ice within me

A kiss of my colourless blood

Moistens my dry eyes

I am all juicy

Spicy with emotions

But, I don’t like to be fluid

I need a solid stature

So I rush to an icy peak

I am on top and unreachable


Again, my heart freezes

Again, I am the ice within me

Till somebody or something

Forces me to cuddle into

My own hands

And the warmth of my palm

Moistens me again

Thus moves the cycle of my life


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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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