A month
Of voices;
Records none.
Clutter
Of words;
Redundant phase.
I stared at the dates
Calendar fluttered;
“A month!…hmm.”
Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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!
Tree
“My greens turn yellow
As some of my family
We fall and get carried away
somewhere in the garden
We are there…”
Tenacious little petiole
Held together, what once
Was a charming leaf
That fell off into my arm
The same afternoon, I chose to sit under its tree
Reminiscing one particular day from childhood
Where I fell down with a cup of ice cream
And my father called it my tree.
Copyright© 2018 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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