Category: Creativity
Pilgrim
She freed herself from anarchy, healed the soul of imposter syndrome, and taught herself to rise above the gloat of sycophants. She was responsible for her Self to discover her journey.
“Did she hide from the real world?“
“No. She added a chapter to the real world.“
I remembered the patron saint of travellers and pilgrims (Die schutzpatronin der pilger).
Deeya Nambiar, 2022
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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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