Category: Abstract Poem
I share love
Did I miss
the sun, sun rays or sunshine?
The person, the feel or the presence?
Behind my closed eyes,
I see the sun, feel the rays, and
warm up to sunshine.
I am love, I feel love, I share love.
And there, it
Rains, and Rains.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
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Let the dead rest in peace
Wish the voices sleep.
Those dead are far gone
And the living dies many a death.
My stomach churns
And thoughts towards utopia disgust;
Speculative spectators whiling time away,
Discussing
Watching
Pretending
Concern in the name of justice.
Consumers to anything
Where premium is in our mind;
Do we care to know our own self?
Do I know who I truly am?
Let the dead rest in peace.
*Disclaimer: My thoughts on Indian media and the way a certain topic of a dead person is being handled. I may be lucky to stay away from print and broadcast media but, the impact it has been having on human consciousness, awakened my slumbering conscience.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
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