Poems by Neelam Malik
My eyes are waiting for a glimpse
Deck me with that golden silence
My mundane-beaten ferry lie in wasteland
All is tossed on the currents
Ambrosia word–the saviour
Keep me out of the dark ,grey clouds
In a conference hall
I hear THY clarion call
Where I could hear an unheard music
Unknown and forlorn
Timelessly swells with the eternal strings of sitar
Accompanied with violin and harp
Lyrical notes with spontaneous flows
My enchanted muse in THY silent step.
The Holy Stream
When l realize THY seat in my inner realms
A holy stream look dapper in these clings
It illumines my heart and a music flows
And we both merge in a gorgeous stream.
The flowery steps lead the dales
A white lotus is crowned
Glitters are matchless here
And here we dwell like a sky.