Trees adorned
Little beaded reds;
Tomorrow’s flowers.
Fruit of possibilities
Each seed;
A future life.
Fallen unfortunately;
Decay, or live.
Either, a new birth.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
Category: Abstract Poem
In our journey
Her thoughts never left her;
Caged her.
Bound her.
Life paused in past.
And I tried to wake her;
Warn her;
Remind her –
Life is in the present.
She looked at me;
Stared at me;
Reprimanded me.
“You have not lived my journey.”
Indeed I didn’t.
I sat down welcoming the silence.
“I am here now, in your present;
Life and blood, in our journey.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
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Temporariness
In the way of life
Hearts beat the same in every birth.
Life and lifeless are not choices.
I acknowledge temporariness,
In the eternal and absolute Truth.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
*** Hare Krishna🙏🏻***
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To tranquility
“Life is short.”
A statement, she repeated
Three times, expecting an emphasis.
My eyes were trained at the
Common black bird on maple tree
Quiet, unlike its usual chirpy self.
“To be lived and not short.
Here, now and the moment, I live.”
“Why disagree? We are one.” she murmured.
Another common black bird joined in
Together, in silence,
Seemed poised.
I paused my mind; to stillness and tranquility;
Silence embraced my heart and soul.
“In this life….”
2020, Deeya Nambiar
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