Category: Prose Poetry

Daughter! Blessed.

It was Daughter's Day 
a few days ago.

Social media rejoiced

in posts of celebrations.

I feel blessed

to be a daughter everyday.

Yesterday, but
A daughter succumbed to fate
;

Reiterating stagnant mindset,
justified time and again.

"You're but a blessed daughter,

in someone's unheard eulogy."

*The news story, another in
numbers of crime against women
that have never found answers
as to "why again?",
what was her fault?",
“did anyone in her village
remember her for being a
supportive and hard working
daughter?, and "what did she
do to deserve this birth?".
May her soul
transition in peace.

2020, Deeya Nambiar

Her Ruby Pendant

Her ruby pendant was a celebration

Of loved and lost lives of the unknown hands

That had exchanged it, wonder how many times,

In a quest of money over relations.

Addressed as an antique piece from aeons,

Stories floated on it being ill-fated as well;

Especially, on day one of her association with the gem,

And day last of her association with her office –

She had called her home of life time.

Stepping outside had not been easy

For the concerned turned far more concerned for comfort

But she realised, she was at ease and breathed freedom.

What she had thought she loved, was lost .

When she willed herself to decide, she embraced the unknown.

Why did she not check the junk mails in her email, she cursed.

He was in a foreign land and a mere acquaintance

Who had once been around, and shared smiles in the cafeteria;

He was writing to her regularly, every Sunday since the day he left.

I happened to see her that day on a video call, sparkling

His words and her words, emotion-coloured expressions

Dazed, (is my word), she touched her ruby pendant absently.

Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Live a Life

Let me live a life.

Hold not my freedom;

I wish to fly away,

Away into the darkness.

You will see me glow;

My light minuscule

But, a lifetime for me.

Let me be….

Alas! she left the firefly;

A rare occurrence in her garden,

To be itself not hers…

Alone;

That damp night when the world slept

She tried to conquer her fears

Of thunder and lightning

To let her live a life.

Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

December

Last December

She stood frozen

Having decided to dance

Challenging the winter.

This December

She stands frozen

Meeting the same face

That had challenged the previous winter.

The clock struck again

And the year passed by.

Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar