Category: Creative writing

On That Day

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I didn’t wish to be there

On that day.

But somehow I am here

As of today.

The clouds told the sea;

The wind told the palms.

But the carpet grass rejoiced,

As the shadow stayed poised.

Have I known you, ever?

Every day, newer?

Roots shallow or deep, I gather

We live in today, together.

Said the greens to the woods

As air, water and light witnessed.

Copyright (c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Silver Line…

A double-faced silver frame

Held mirrors, concave and convex.

Each mirrored an illusion

Today as seen and wished;

A wall mirror in the room

Reflected in and within, annexed.

My eyes in refraction

Trace, specks of silvery gleam.

Awakened subconscious

Rewrite the unseen.

Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar