Category: poem

A Little…

pileA pile of books fell,

       Not because it was organised disorderly;

“A little more” of my expectation

From the rack I brought recently,

But could not sustain a day longer, broke.

Re-living the circumstance presently

“A little space” in my expectation

From existence to purpose lingered seemingly

A pile of me fell off existentialism.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Moment

healer

Loving life in myriad colours,

Healing unconditionally…

Life when in doldrums

Serves the unanswered –

Mediate with whom?

Soul or life?

Yet, manipulate not

Birth and death the unanswered….

Time the healer serves unconditionally,

Loving the moment’s myriad of colours.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Remembering

wither

Haven’t said a word,

Merely stared;

Care not what they meant.

Bubble burst into millions –

Invisible;

Yet, felt a million nerves.

The wind’s delicate stroke

Appeared a warning;

Passing thoughts arrested,

I wiped the sensation –

Tickle;

Yet, couldn’t stop my heart.

Haven’t heard the beat

Merely hoped;

A minute by minute passage –

Cease;

Yet, remained alive and I breathe;

Remembering a life.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar