Ringing
of temple bells,
set to chorus;
Her anklets,
Tinkling softly;
Lover’s whisper…
Heart traced,
Soul claimed;
Her belief, her way.
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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!
Fallen Flowers II
Bougainvillea and frangipani,
Colours and fragrances,
Acacia bother not.
Each shed, to its own.
Timed same, timing differ.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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Fallen Flowers
I gather some fallen flowers,
Spread a milieu from death,
Of life and thereafter,
Where miseries thrive not –
A vision wished to be acknowledged.
A little errand of mindfulness;
Grass seemed pleased.
Pleased, only to my eyes.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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