Category: Mother’s Day



When I sit to write,

I’ve words that assemble gently ,

at times with an unknown assertion.

Each one a sentence,

Pages to many short stories.

Selfless and unconditional

Words of love and care,

Spiritual and emotional milieu;

Oscillating between a situational teacher ,

Otherwise a friend;

Lessons unplanned yet taught,

Each one a description.

From your scribbled recipes

And shared values of tradition,

There’s never a day without references;

I seem not to have grown any bigger.

But, I like it when said,

I look like you.

Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Mom’s My World

To My Mother

(Published in Me, My Friend, 2009, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar)


How I wish I could speak to you mom

It is a phone call from you that has now become a desire

No words to say, no words to convey

My love for you mom.

Life in hostel with friends around

Keeps me going

But the beautiful time we shared together

Discussing sweet nothings

I miss the most

And even more I miss you mom.

The Sundays when the phone rings

I run to the reception desperately hoping it is you

My heart leaps out to say all those small things

That then seem very important

But when I hold the receiver I forget everything mom.

A word with you is now like a dream come true

How to tell you it is your word that makes my week

And then I start asking

Why did I have to grow up to be your big girl mom?

Hmm, all said and done

Nothing will change right now

But how I wish I could speak to you mom

For I am still your little girl at heart when it comes to you

And I just want to say I love you, mom.