A regression model;
A collection of soft toys decorated the room.
Before my enquirer mind
Could manage to lay claim on speech,
She smiled innocently;
“I never had these once.”
Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: poem
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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