
Category: Healing
Bottle

The bottle that transformed into a vase had no flowers to brighten the mood.
Sunlight streamed through the windows and filled its emptiness.
“Live in the moment.”
© 2021, Deeya Nambiar
Pain…
Your agony, not mine
Yet, I bleed without pain;
Your grief, not mine
Yet, I cry without reason.
Tears run unushered,
I don’t know them
Yet, I am hurt without pain.
O the million hearts world over,
Blood speaks the same everywhere
So does a word of prayer!
Your silence, silently mine.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

