NEELAM DADHWAL

NEELAM DADHWAL

BEYOND THE TRAIL

It was laid again and again

across a blank sheet

which mirrors the only desperation

of setting sun

of getting tanned.

Once the wild grass is uprooted

scent of rain drowns

in mind valley of mist and clouds

of steep hills where no way goes between those trees.

However there is a name scribbled

I keep on sending all my good wishes

to places and breeze.

THAT THERE IS

Dark horizon is often

how we keep two wheels moving.

Pitch in where you see soft spot

no one already knew

one who digged it did made

some noise.

Is now where a tree's shade

where a koel's song is usual

you look at my face

and I turn eastwards

where the Sun be.

TRUE BUDS

No shore or cliff

border or edge or reason

in deep trances of overlapping valley

what is distant.

If love is a barometer or bond

why rain spills over to stream.

Trees appear like stretched arms

when the wind overtakes

path long and demure between scant grasses.

I am that ripened bud

in winter's first threshold still

within one's sheaf.

NEELAM DADHWAL

NEELAM DADHWAL is a poet from Chandigarh, India. Her poems has been published in Readomania, Kritya, Muse India, Indian Poetry Review, Literary Yard, The Unknown Pen and anthologies on women international, peace and humanity. Her latest book, "Footprints" deals with aspects of womanhood. As a haiku poet, she has been published in Contemporary Haibun Online, Atlas Poetica, Living Haiku Anthology, Haibun Online, World Haiku Association. Her work as a Shahai artist has been exhibited in two group exhibitions in Chandigarh and Panchkula in 2015.