Category: Inspiration

A Little…

pileA pile of books fell,

       Not because it was organised disorderly;

“A little more” of my expectation

From the rack I brought recently,

But could not sustain a day longer, broke.

Re-living the circumstance presently

“A little space” in my expectation

From existence to purpose lingered seemingly

A pile of me fell off existentialism.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Our Stories?

stories

Stories retold

Of prince and princess –

Valour, honour and the victor;

Wars and lives

They chased ….

Stories recreated

Of man and woman –

Emotions, feelings and situations;

Chances and living

They faced ….

Stories reread

Of fictional and non-fictional –

Characters, representation and wonderment;

Idealism or realism,

I pondered.

And our stories?

Realistically conceived,

 Professed, often;

Perceived and construed,

Told, created and read.

Each Soul on a journey,

Unscathed.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Blue

Blue

On an expectant full-moon night

The breezy evening light

 Leaving inhibitions on the shore

I dig my feet into the sand

Writing the words of hope in anticipation;

The distant roar of the tides

I hear with a shudder but

The waves come calmly –

Collective messenger in manifestation;

Gathering words, rinsing feet and

Depositing strange travellers

Living and dead to hope in anticipation;

The spreads of blue with no distinct line

Past, present and future a transcendental straight line

I devour spontaneity

Layers of washed sand visuals

The mystic sea, resplendent.