Creepers dangled and swayed,
Caught unaware on a windy day.
Runners bend towards and away;
The pot could not hold it anymore.
To the sunny morning, the day after,
Both showed the brightest green.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: poem
For Her
She and I didn’t share the same nature of job.
I’ve known her but for some time now.
She and I never spoke anything
Except exchanged “Thank you”
For the cup of tea she served me at work.
Today, unlike other days
She and I got into the lift together and were alone.
I smiled and fiddled with my phone
And she searched in her bag for chocolates
“You know, I work for myself and my past is not painful.”
“Happy Women’s Day, madam.”
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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Very Woman
Silence prevailed.
Accurate mind processed.
“That’s not a very womanly thought.”
I looked up inquisitively.
“Thoughts have gender?”
If so, man and woman
Each has another side.
Perception smiled.
Circumstances laughed.
“Offence not meant, or taken.”
Thoughts multiplied unnervingly.
Advocacy spiralled.
“Oh my accurate mind, please spell,”
Silence persuaded.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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