Category: Creative writing

Parallels

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The clouds have known earth and sky,
                                                     Rain to reach the grounded tree.
                                                 Many births witnessed and so many lives;                                      
There, life draws illusion of parallels….

              Myth leaves silently
              And they meet, coming alive;
                              In each the other lives.
              
                     Copyright (c)  2016 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

                                                               
                      
                

Wandering

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Miles and miles lay the road
And either side the stretch of land;
Cloudy sky raced along endlessly.

            Sheep and horses graced oblivious while
            The motorists aware of speed limits monitored;
             Little baby slept peacefully.

                       The hills and valley watched distantly
                      And  different time zones mattered not much;
                       Grass grazed the wilderness.
  
                                 But the Universe heard the same song
                                 Every soul rendered in the hours of strange unions
                                 Loving their existence in the distinct frames of life.

Copyright (c) 2016 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Lives

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Weighed lives.
A few cycles of sun and moon.
Wind tickled nerves
And the dance,
A few tourists acknowledged;
Till the leaf sailed along
And fell on the way
That the cyclists chose;
Wind brushed  it aside
While the Yarra river celebrated life.

Copyright (c) 2016 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Tanoura

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A tanoura dancer on the move

Swirled the wind;

Spinning as if the axis

Of sublime world;

Spinning as if responsible

For the world that’s balanced;

Spinning to the rhythm

That only his world could feel.

Coloured costume whirled

A magic, only his integrity could read

And that’s where he tuned

To unite heaven and earth.

The hypnotic move mesmarised

As I sat still and the desert lay calm.

 

                               Copyright© 2016 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar