Category: Prose Poetry

On That Day

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I didn’t wish to be there

On that day.

But somehow I am here

As of today.

The clouds told the sea;

The wind told the palms.

But the carpet grass rejoiced,

As the shadow stayed poised.

Have I known you, ever?

Every day, newer?

Roots shallow or deep, I gather

We live in today, together.

Said the greens to the woods

As air, water and light witnessed.

Copyright (c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Questions…?

In the many unanswered questions of “why me”,
A mother who lost her son to time factor,
Left alone to fend for herself,
Couldn’t still hold herself responsible
For the miss calculations of life and dependence.

Expectations turn painful
While fear takes away the confidence;
Why blame anyone
She says, ” that’s my karma”
And her pain eases.

As she lies down to sleep,
All I could hear was a soft snore.

Copyright(c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar