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!

On Teachers’ Day

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It was my teacher who told me

I can write.

It was my teacher who told me

Write from your heart.

It was a teacher who said,

“She will never make it”

It was my teacher who said,

“She is exactly where her heart is.”

Everyone is a teacher:

Something taught, anew often,

When in our life;

And grows apart physically.

Teaching remains,

Memorable.

Memorabilia,

In making me

The who; I am; you are

Lessons, not to be judged

“Good or bad” ever,

And I am grateful…

Copyright © 2019, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Finding My Colours

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Finding My Colours
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Finding My Colours, a collection of 40 poems, is the latest book, published on Amazon Kindle (digital platform). The poems lay bare the fact, there is colour in our daily life. But it is in each one of us to find for ourselves the mysterious reconnection to our imagination as well as self.
Defining Self is a relative term very dependent on the perception – one’s own and people’s opinion.

Finding My Colours (India)
Link to amazon.co.in

The details are also provided at:


http://saysdeeya.blogspot.com/2019/01/finding-my-colours.html

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Going Solo

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I see, 
sea around 
Calm to clouds
Water they share
Rains spoke not a word.
Trees fresh green watch 
Droplets through spread feathers, black
White dome, a standstill globe
I take control from atop
Rains spoke not word. 
Illusions of power and strength
I sense from where I sit tall and proud
That's the universe of acceptance
A little ruffle is simply harmless
I see!

A crow that I am
Free I feel as I fly and perch...
Only a few worried glances at times;
At times, my curiosity gets misrepresented
Irrational as it may sound,
Wonder aloud "why me"often;
Why judge me by tales of good and evil?
Only a few loving eyes glance,
No, they look at me, and I speak,
"Like you, I search my reality."

Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar














I float…

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I float, spread and sail;

detach and catch up,

with every boat on the move.

Free and green,

a sheet of life I build,

with layers of dreams

where I settle.

My roots never too deep,

And I’m unwelcome to many hearts;

Yet, I live with pride.

My soul a traveller,

Sailing the unknown waters.

Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar