Memories live forever; Envisage images, fading reels. Feel deep within. Spoken words on good old times, Recreate, but a duplicity. Feel deep within. The other self, memorizes.
Copyright © 2016, 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.
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Paper Boat
The day I fly,
I fly the wind,
I wind the way and
I way the life –
The life of adventure;
Adventure momentary –
Momentary pleasure;
Pleasure in knowing
In knowing my body and soul.
The blank paper that I am
Chose to rewrite destiny
Flying the moment the wind touched
Exploring the way and sailed
My white, pure to life.
What do I say?
I say not to recall yet,
I recall the destined,
Destined to sail as a boat,
The day I chose to fly….
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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