Rising up early
To the slow spread –
Colours undefined;
A single ball of miracle.
Even the birds fade away….
Copyright (c) 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!
Silver Line…
A double-faced silver frame
Held mirrors, concave and convex.
Each mirrored an illusion
Today as seen and wished;
A wall mirror in the room
Reflected in and within, annexed.
My eyes in refraction
Trace, specks of silvery gleam.
Awakened subconscious
Rewrite the unseen.
Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
