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!

Strangers

I met a few strangers

In the beginning of the year;

I met them as acquaintances

Toward the end of the year.

The second time I chanced to see them,

They were not as people I knew;

The another time I knew them

They became the past I had shared.

Wonder why I was to meet them?

Wonder why it was the first and the only?

Hard to erase the single encounter;

Hard to point out the reason.

I stopped taking account of life,

I counted the memories I re-live;

I looked upon the present,

In the moment I lived with the many.

Destiny survived my interpretation

Destined to meet those I met unknowingly;

Strangers or acquaintances I cared not to think

Purpose or reason I dared not to probe.

Yet the ones I hardly knew but met

Meant to be the part for once I chanced to meet;

The years there were many,

The faces infinite in those years….

Waiting

Waiting.

Thoughts not restrained

I meant to say

Words weighed…

Absolutely meant

To say heartfelt

Words weighed…

Caught unexpected

Paused by minutes

Words weighed…

I meant to say

Thoughts not restrained

Waiting.

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.