What do I call as mine
Of love and life?
And realise the moments
Of infinite love and finite life.
Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: poem
On That Day
I didn’t wish to be there
On that day.
But somehow I am here
As of today.
The clouds told the sea;
The wind told the palms.
But the carpet grass rejoiced,
As the shadow stayed poised.
Have I known you, ever?
Every day, newer?
Roots shallow or deep, I gather
We live in today, together.
Said the greens to the woods
As air, water and light witnessed.
Copyright (c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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Questions…?
In the many unanswered questions of “why me”,
A mother who lost her son to time factor,
Left alone to fend for herself,
Couldn’t still hold herself responsible
For the miss calculations of life and dependence.
Expectations turn painful
While fear takes away the confidence;
Why blame anyone
She says, ” that’s my karma”
And her pain eases.
As she lies down to sleep,
All I could hear was a soft snore.
Copyright(c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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