Author: Deeya Nambiar

I believe in taking every day as a learning phase, and exploring my writing skills. I have enjoyed the challenges as a journalist, content writer and college lecturer, and at the moment am living life analysing the extraordinary in the ordinary!

The Poet Within

“What should I look for while writing poetry?” A simple, straight forward question asked by a student who has been penning down lines and lines of verses, she calls “poetry”.

My immediate answer would have been “finding unusual in the usual”.

Technically, we are laid down by rules to writing poetry. The muse spins the words from the imagination that’s shaped to sleek avoiding the clichés; then laid to rest for a while, before re-reading it several times to tone it to perfection.

Well, poetic endeavours waylay grammatical rules often. Also, experiential learning enlivens rhyme, rhythm, meter, stanza and forms into newer poetic gestures that, over a period of time gains recognition.

A good practitioner of poetry writing feels poetry of others as his. Just like the use of Five W’s and One H, the poet at heart applies his senses to know the poem. Of course, our emotions will never fail us.
However, it is the freedom of expression and the unbridled thought patterns that encourage a healthy poetry.

On a practical note, “what does your audience want to hear?” should linger in the mind.
Indeed most of us are ruled by our hearts while writing poetry. We love them with their vices, and occasionally tread the path of rules to regularize them to acceptance. Apparently, it is interesting to analyse the way poet’s think.

But, what makes poetry lovable? I guess, only our “state of mind” at “that moment” can tell. May be it is our “poetic assumption” .

The Quest Within

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The quest within

Continued; never willing to satiate.

Sublime my world;

Reassured my Self, honestly.

The many unspoken words

Permeated deep within;

Extinct became peripheral malady.

My soul purged

With hope, love, courage and perseverance,

Meandered into the dark:

Labyrinth gave way to light

And the quest within

Continued as the sole truth in my life.

Visitor

A sparrow flew into my room

Chose to sit on top of the piled up books

Nothing seemed to bother it

My presence or the clatter of the keyboard;

A very rare sight indeed

Especially with its depleting population

Competing to win the survival race

The cute birdie was a struggler in the city;

With a good intention to welcome my guest

I crumbled the biscuit in my hand

But guess the undue attention paid was not well received

And it flew away, a stranger.

Published in Feeling the Way (2012), second anthology of poems by Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Another Chance

She

 

She sank into depths

For she knew not what the prophesy held.

She wailed in anguish

That cut through the shallow indentation.

She submerged her dismay

And floated astride the carcass of self.

Not knowing what it said;

Whispers she heard but couldn’t decipher….

Yet her valour conquered the fears

And recoiled her strength to trust life.