A fallen feather inside the room
Light and minuscule to the surrounding
Noticeably distinct and structured too;
A rite of passage…
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: poem
For Them
Incessant rains.
Inundated…
Marooned in places,
Safe and secure that appeared,
Till a few days ago –
Still holding their smile intact,
Thinking only for the moment…
Feeling the human emotions,
Hearts bleed with the many
Known and unknown people,
Offering healing and blessing…
Life opened a new perspective.
(Pray for Chennai)
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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Circles
Circles interlinked,
Layers many.
She went round and round,
Circling and moving inside.
Unaware, how long but,
To her heart’s content,
Till she became the centre.
Unable to set step any further
The unknown child sat down, disoriented
Yet, Laughing…
Pleasantly happy,
Named the lines in alphabets
And she set on her new task.
My mind wandered
Counting the circles
In this cycle of life –
Followed, planned and unplanned.
Unaware, how long for,
Layers were many and
Circles interlinked, still.
I set on an unknown path
Surprisingly happy.
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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