Category: Creative
On Teachers’ Day
It was my teacher who told me
I can write.
It was my teacher who told me
Write from your heart.
It was a teacher who said,
“She will never make it”
It was my teacher who said,
“She is exactly where her heart is.”
Everyone is a teacher:
Something taught, anew often,
When in our life;
And grows apart physically.
Teaching remains,
Memorable.
Memorabilia,
In making me
The who; I am; you are
Lessons, not to be judged
“Good or bad” ever,
And I am grateful…
Copyright © 2019, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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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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