Rising up early
To the slow spread –
Colours undefined;
A single ball of miracle.
Even the birds fade away….
Copyright (c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: Life Poems
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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Matches
Matchsticks scattered around
At an untimely moment,
Having spilled out
Off the carelessly opened box.
Fingers plied aimlessly
Gathering into a pile
The little wood with coloured head
Dormant to the world.
A few broken halves felt cold,
Calm, as it seemed
My touch indifferent
The candle burned in memory….
Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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