The Smile

If I could wish for something
It would be the smile you bring
Your smile rises on my lips
Makes the scented flowers Bloom
In the backyard of my heart
I wish I could touch the scent
That I smelled just now
The scent of your love
The rose within my fingers
Whirl unknowingly
And I am made to smile
At my foolishness
The smile!

Woke up that morning
Looked into the mirror
Turned around
You were deeply asleep
A smile knocked the
Door of my lips
I opened the gates
My heart bloomed
loved the skin
I was in
Though I loved the
Softness and colour of mine

Reflections are at stake
Mirrors have to break
The sound of glass
Touching the ground
Will cut through the eyes
Killing all the lies
I am waiting for the moment
When the rocky moon
Is no more a silver spoon
It becomes harsh and
Breaks my head instead
I hope it happens
Sometime soon

As the beauty of a rose
Is the dew it holds
The beauty of a face
Lies in the expression it holds
You are beautiful
When you have eyes
All over your face
When your ears and nose
Covers every inch of your body
You are beautiful
When your mouth
Rests in your heart
When you speak
And the rest of your body speaks

Do you find me
When you look into that mirror
Do you feel me
When you touch your skin
Do you recognise my scent
In every breath you take
Is that my wish
That you served in your dish
Is that my dream
That your eyes scream
Do you aspire
Only my desire
Now think for a moment
And tell me
Do you really love me

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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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