Honest child in a man’s garb
Weaves fantasy in real world.
Picture books are enticing;
Life books are adjusting honesty.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: Abstract Poem
Colourless
I float in a sea of space,
Colourless, odourless bay;
Who are you and who am I
Nurtures neutral shades;
Truth is called naked
Where nomads live fearlessly.
I hear my beating heart murmur syllables,
Mind awakens to present;
Meditative stage detours,
Reality a sea of constant mirage.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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White…
Wind chime flirted with
White lace curtains
By kitchen window
That witnessed quietly
Fall of milk and doused flame.
I was not burnt
But bore the brunt,
Tasting imagined flavours of crumbs and cream
That spilled dramatically
When the doorbell rang
And I stumbled…
Split of white second, a momentary bliss –
Mind couldn’t retrieve, though….
“All good?”
“Of course, just a pudding.”
Wind chime flirted, once again.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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