I walked the path,
Believing.
Even the muck carried me safe from fall,
Caring.
I washed the feet clean when home,
Thanking.
And the soul answered life,
“I trust you and our journey, together.”
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: Abstract Poem
Deluge
Sacred dreams
Lost ruins and mysterious paths
The woman in veil
Walks graciously…
Tumbling down the green valley
I fall to her feet
And meet the eyes
I see everyday…
Scare shreds confidence etching
Scars in the subconscious;
Unknown scares
A deluge of thoughts I face…
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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So…
Petals shed from the vase
Layer of bright and grey.
Fresh jasmine garlands on the deity
Perfumed the pale and stale.
A whiff of hot coffee lingered in the air.
“So what?”
Said the bored youngster.
But,
Fragrance or aroma?
Stagnancy or permanency?
The wind changed direction.
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Gaze
There my eyes rest
As my mind comprehends
‘Nothing’ in the vacant gaze.
The flower I see bright
As my mind processes
‘Happiness’ in the distant gaze.
Mesmerized I stand
As my mind responds
‘Gathering the simple’ along the gaze.
A little time stolen from a day
Mind not the eyes and mind
And the gaze assesses the transition.
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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