Category: Poetry

Full Moon Day in May

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Full moon day in May,

Auspicious.

Birth, Enlightenment and death,

A life of completeness.

Auspicious,

Full moon days in May.

Significant journey of Gautama Buddha;

Unfolded, core of Buddhist philosophy of

Significance, in the journey of human kind.

Wisdom has no boundaries;

Mind has no boundaries.

I recollected His teachings:

Universal Truths, Noble Truths and the Noble Eightfold Path.

“It’s the last Super moon of the year.” He said.

“It’s the May’s flower moon, a month of colourful blooms.” She added.

2020, Deeya Nambiar

Editing copies

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Editing a copy. I am responsible, as a sub-editor/copy editor, for the missing ‘the’, ‘,’ and ‘a’, and the complexity of sentence and structure; to put ‘editing’ in simple words. I am responsible for maintaining the dignity of the writer’s idea, and not be a judge. But, I cannot make a copy mine, the original writer will be lost somewhere. When teaching young adults ‘to edit’, the challenge is to make them realise “be a teacher, correct and suggest. Keep the writer’s style alive.”

Wording ‘Editing’, styled in Haiku form of Poetry.

Editing copies

Presuppositions pause by

Mind Punctuation.

2020, Deeya Nambiar

On Teachers’ Day

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It was my teacher who told me

I can write.

It was my teacher who told me

Write from your heart.

It was a teacher who said,

“She will never make it”

It was my teacher who said,

“She is exactly where her heart is.”

Everyone is a teacher:

Something taught, anew often,

When in our life;

And grows apart physically.

Teaching remains,

Memorable.

Memorabilia,

In making me

The who; I am; you are

Lessons, not to be judged

“Good or bad” ever,

And I am grateful…

Copyright © 2019, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Going Solo

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I see, 
sea around 
Calm to clouds
Water they share
Rains spoke not a word.
Trees fresh green watch 
Droplets through spread feathers, black
White dome, a standstill globe
I take control from atop
Rains spoke not word. 
Illusions of power and strength
I sense from where I sit tall and proud
That's the universe of acceptance
A little ruffle is simply harmless
I see!

A crow that I am
Free I feel as I fly and perch...
Only a few worried glances at times;
At times, my curiosity gets misrepresented
Irrational as it may sound,
Wonder aloud "why me"often;
Why judge me by tales of good and evil?
Only a few loving eyes glance,
No, they look at me, and I speak,
"Like you, I search my reality."

Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar