Category: Inspiration

Circles

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Circles interlinked,

Layers many.

She went round and round,

Circling and moving inside.

Unaware, how long but,

To her heart’s content,

Till she became the centre.

Unable to set step any further

The unknown child sat down, disoriented

Yet, Laughing…

Pleasantly happy,

Named the lines in alphabets

And she set on her new task.

My mind wandered

Counting the circles

In this cycle of life –

Followed, planned and unplanned.

Unaware, how long for,

Layers were many and

Circles interlinked, still.

I set on an unknown path

Surprisingly happy.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

 

Bonding

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mother and child
A reprint copy of Raja Ravi Varma’s painting “Krishna in the Lap of Mother Yashoda”

Stood below a banyan tree in the vicinity

On a cloudy night where lightning flickered

I envisaged the lighting across the street

Adorned to welcome the festival of light

And the wail of the newborn shrilled the air.

The roots set to bond deep

Through tap roots and prop roots

Offering to nourish and nurture

Nature leads and instincts act

And a mother is born.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

A Little…

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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?

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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