Category: Poems

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.

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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

Our Stories?

stories

Stories retold

Of prince and princess –

Valour, honour and the victor;

Wars and lives

They chased ….

Stories recreated

Of man and woman –

Emotions, feelings and situations;

Chances and living

They faced ….

Stories reread

Of fictional and non-fictional –

Characters, representation and wonderment;

Idealism or realism,

I pondered.

And our stories?

Realistically conceived,

 Professed, often;

Perceived and construed,

Told, created and read.

Each Soul on a journey,

Unscathed.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar