The Poetry Snapshot: Side by Side

We are a fusion of opposites.
The depth of our care is that of an ocean.
Your consistent flow of life is sliced
by my ebbs of passion and energy,
but we find treasure from what washes ashore.

One, two, three.
One, two, three.
You dance to the beat of your mood.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
I run to the rhythm of my environment.
But we still find harmony in our steps.

You are the golden honey from the morning sun.
And I am the silver reflection of the midnight moon.
We provide night and day on our own,
but at dawn and dusk we paint the sky together.

We are a fusion of opposites.
But I smile,
knowing that we still walk together.
Side by side,
as sisters.

Rattlesnake Hike © Neha Allathur Photography

 

The Poetry Snapshot: Another Corner of the Bedroom

I walk into my bedroom tonight.
Like second nature after a long, busy day,
I get up to turn off the light
and scroll my time and confidence away.

But the fan on the ceiling distracts me.
The blades create a patterned shadow on the walls
and the breeze touches my face lightly.
Have I not felt this before?

And then I am bothered by the crooked lamp on the table.
A soft buzz emanates from the fluorescent static
and it stands there mocking me with its instability.
Have I not seen this before?

Finally my eyes wander over to a marathon medal.
The shiny bronze engraving hangs on a white and blue ribbon
and makes a systematic click every so often.
Have I not heard this before?

 Source: One Point Perspective Drawings

I get up to turn off the light,
Like second nature, I assume.
But as I sit on the floor
in another corner of the room,
I realize this is not my bedroom.

The Poetry Snapshot: I am a Runner

I am a runner.
I am proud.

I run up mountains.
I run through the night.
I run in the snow.
I run past finish lines.

And then I keep running.

    Detroit Free Press Half Marathon 2019

I run from my feelings.
Growing up to be strong
has made me afraid of my emotions.
So I run.

I run from my insecurities.
Years of being complimented on false confidence
has made me lock up my real anxieties.
So I run.

I run from intimacy.
Losing the people I open up to
has taught me to never let my guard down.
So I run.

Running.
A form of strength,
I manage to turn into my weakness.

I am a runner.
I am not proud.

The Poetry Snapshot: An Interlude of Solitude

There is a stillness in solitude that scares people.
It’s in the silence of your voice,
because your thoughts speak for itself.
Your mind starts to wander;
to places you have forgotten,
and spaces you always get lost in.

There is a stillness in solitude that scares people.
It’s in the safety of human connection.
The warmth of a hug and the love in a kiss,
that no one wants to let go of.
It’s a feeling that makes you reminiscent,
of an embrace and the loss of innocence.

There is a stillness in solitude that scares people.
It’s in the songs that bring you back to your childhood.
When you close your eyes and feel the same emotions
after the hundredth time you listen to it.
A melody from that drive with your friends,
and a beat worth dancing till the weekend ends.

There is a stillness in solitude that scares people.
It’s in the stories you have collected,
that you have no one to share with.
The experiences you wish to tell others,
so you can relive your happy moments,
give back a praise worth notice,
and forgive with sincere condolence.

There is a stillness in solitude that scares people.

Neha Allathur Photography © Toronto Love Lock

The Poetry Snapshot: The Lotus Perspective of Uncertainty

Chaos is an inner feeling of the unknown.
It feeds off of fear and thrives in uncertainty.

People like routines.
We like predicting the future and staying on track.
Because the worst sensation of betrayal and heartbreak
come when we are blindsided.
And at a primitive level:
those who stayed alert,
stayed alive.

Lotus by Maria Venardis | Thrive Global

I want to look past my concentrated fear of uncertainty.
Because even in muddy waters,
a lotus finds the power to blossom.

Times of change may seem like the end,
but our environments only take us so far.
Take control of your narrative,
because we still have the power to blossom.

The Poetry Snapshot: Simple Sunlight

Rising in the east,
we slowly wake up to a soft yellow hue
peaking into our bedroom.

Setting in the west,
the dynamic bursts of pink and purple
revitalize us after a long day.

The beauty of sunlight,
at every moment of the day,
is that it does not need our validation.
Whether we recognize the sun shine,
or see the colors change,
the sun continues to rise and set.

Day in and day out,
no matter what the season.
The simplicity of sunlight is its confidence.

                      Honolulu, HI © Neha Allathur Photography