Are dreams perceptions, or are they our pursuits, or is it just you and me?
Category: Destiny
Paper Boat
The day I fly,
I fly the wind,
I wind the way and
I way the life –
The life of adventure;
Adventure momentary –
Momentary pleasure;
Pleasure in knowing
In knowing my body and soul.
The blank paper that I am
Chose to rewrite destiny
Flying the moment the wind touched
Exploring the way and sailed
My white, pure to life.
What do I say?
I say not to recall yet,
I recall the destined,
Destined to sail as a boat,
The day I chose to fly….
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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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
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