Category: Bird Poem
Going Solo
I see,
sea around
Calm to clouds
Water they share
Rains spoke not a word.
Trees fresh green watch
Droplets through spread feathers, black
White dome, a standstill globe
I take control from atop
Rains spoke not word.
Illusions of power and strength
I sense from where I sit tall and proud
That's the universe of acceptance
A little ruffle is simply harmless
I see!
A crow that I am
Free I feel as I fly and perch...
Only a few worried glances at times;
At times, my curiosity gets misrepresented
Irrational as it may sound,
Wonder aloud "why me"often;
Why judge me by tales of good and evil?
Only a few loving eyes glance,
No, they look at me, and I speak,
"Like you, I search my reality."
Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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Did I say?
Hold on till the wings could keep
And the claws could hold;
That moment erases space
Between you and me,
Ignoring the high up in the sky
And deep down the roots;
Name the many emotions
Or may be the mundane;
Perceptions differ and defer….
Did I say,
“How beautiful it looks up from here
Where blames and claims exist not?”
Did I say,
“What it takes to be alive
Where I enjoy my every breath?”
Did I say,
“Where?”
Into the unknown.
Copyright (c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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A sparrow flew into my room
Chose to sit on top of the piled up books
Nothing seemed to bother it
My presence or the clatter of the keyboard;
A very rare sight indeed
Especially with its depleting population
Competing to win the survival race
The cute birdie was a struggler in the city;
With a good intention to welcome my guest
I crumbled the biscuit in my hand
But guess the undue attention paid was not well received
And it flew away, a stranger.
Published in Feeling the Way (2012), second anthology of poems by Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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