The path is laid and sometimes with turn
I moved too with intent of a bloom
I shuffled the earth below my feet
because I could hear the murmur of breeze
...
I must have decided
to write a poem
to share how life feels right now
then intrigued by nature
...
My first poem was not written
only felt like golden words from wise people
changed history inscribed on first page of magazine
...
stooping little,
a little longer
in garden with a squirrel
my childhood stories were half true
...
rippling water
as if the breeze
in the full mast
there is life which
...
before I could say
what needs to
be affirmed
many stars rise in the sky
...
on the rocks
the sunlight through clouds
the stream passes by
the sediment of nature
...
sometimes I smile
sipping the coffee in a meet
how lenient
we become about
...
two birds
they cannot express
what they feel
in a cold morning a quick ray
...
another sound
of the cicadas before summers
silent...
how I wish the winters
...
Neelam Dadhwal is a bilingual poet from Chandigarh, India. After culminating her career as a web developer and administrator, she took writing as a full-time pursuit. She has penned since 2013 three poetry books and one short story book. Her poems has been published in Kritya, Danse Macabre, Taj Mahal Review, Muse India, Indian Poetry Review, Literary Yard, The Unknown Pen and anthologies on women international, peace and humanity. As a haiku poet, she has been published in Contemporary Haibun Online, Atlas Poetica, Living Haiku Anthology, Haibun Online, World Haiku Association.)
A Wayward Journey
The path is laid and sometimes with turn
I moved too with intent of a bloom
I shuffled the earth below my feet
because I could hear the murmur of breeze
singing to me the song of dawn, of new light
how beauty is possible, goodness is
sometimes I felt I am too queer
nevertheless bounded by rhythm of universe
I never stopped, never asked
why it is pink of horizon or blue
it doesn't mattered, it mattered to me
it is there where I often went and came never hollowed
I wanted this beauty to long last
till the earth is rotating and we in her bosom danced.
I read all the eight new poems of Neelam and instead of commenting on each I preferred to comment on her as a poetess. she has proficiency in writing short poems but she expects a lot of intelligence from her readers. It would be better if she adds a foot note with her poems.