I observed the magician with keen eyes;
Belief and wonderment knocked.
As I trust my life with magic,
Miracle weaves nets of pragmatism.
Copyright (c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: Belief
One More Time
Hold me, one more time
For I knew not where I sail
“Catching the wind gently”
For I knew not where I fly
“Carrying a sense of liberty”
For I knew not the wings
“Blending in the scene perfectly”
Belong to me not in the infinite
Beyond mere existence I lie
Laying my ground calmly
For I knew not the strength
The hold of renewed trust;
Séance of an afternoon reminds.
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Moment
Loving life in myriad colours,
Healing unconditionally…
Life when in doldrums
Serves the unanswered –
Mediate with whom?
Soul or life?
Yet, manipulate not
Birth and death the unanswered….
Time the healer serves unconditionally,
Loving the moment’s myriad of colours.
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Variety is the Spice of Life 