Category: poem

Faded, In a Way…

She painted her nails in a shade of red,

Trusting the powers of colour;

And faded her pains to a new-found joy,

When minutes paused in a way….

She picked on her steps from tap to a dance,

Matching rhythms of heart and soul,

Rising energies and rinsing shades,

 And fading into her new-found Self,

When minutes paused in a way….

Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

via Daily Prompt: Faded

Surprise

It’s surprising,

To be surprised

By surprises.

 Surprise in giver and taker;

Surprises predictable and unpredictable;

Surprising someone with simple joys.

 The empty pot, surprisingly

Sprang to life;

A gift that died with time, surprising

How we lost each other;

And her call that day, surprised

My representational self.

 Indeed, it’s surprising

To be surprised

By surprises.

 

Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar