Greener pastures and uncertainties
Obscures when Jacaranda blooms
Soul rejoices to spiritual union of myths and life.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: Abstract Poem
Very Woman
Silence prevailed.
Accurate mind processed.
“That’s not a very womanly thought.”
I looked up inquisitively.
“Thoughts have gender?”
If so, man and woman
Each has another side.
Perception smiled.
Circumstances laughed.
“Offence not meant, or taken.”
Thoughts multiplied unnervingly.
Advocacy spiralled.
“Oh my accurate mind, please spell,”
Silence persuaded.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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Privacy
Hiding behind the scene,
She hoped to remain unseen;
“Private I am and share not my mind.”
Her performance a dream;
Applause heard among scream;
“Private I am and save me my name.”
Who she is, mattered everywhere.
Who she truly is, mattered to none;
“My privacy is precious and I trade not.”
And thoughts conflicted
Between real and realm
In her sacred private space.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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