Neha
Published writing
The Night Speaks~
The night isn't quiet- it hums with intent, a mirror of dreams, where our energy's spent. stars aren't just stars, they're cracks in the dome, whispering, "Go find the place you call home." The moon doesn't watch- it dances, it schemes, pulling the tides, igniting our dreams. Darkness? A velvet cloak, not something to fear, It sharpens the whispers you're too scared to hear. So lean in close, let…
Garden Of Eden
"Don't hand me petals and call it healing. I've had enough gardens growing from grief. Let me burn. Let me ruin. Let me unlearn every way, I was told to be quiet."