Category: Living and Dead

Fallen Flowers



I gather some fallen flowers,

Spread a milieu from death,

Of  life and thereafter,

                      Where miseries thrive not –

                      A vision wished to be acknowledged.

A little errand of mindfulness;

Grass seemed pleased.

Pleased, only to my eyes.

Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar




Weighed lives.
A few cycles of sun and moon.
Wind tickled nerves
And the dance,
A few tourists acknowledged;
Till the leaf sailed along
And fell on the way
That the cyclists chose;
Wind brushed  it aside
While the Yarra river celebrated life.

Copyright (c) 2016 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar



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.