Category: Reflection Poem

Artist

Label me not a criminal

I’m merely an artist

Creating beauty and love

Into life I believe in

From inspirations close to my heart.

 Kill not my voice

I’m merely a dreamer

Weaving stories and grandeur

Into life I imagine

From visualisations I fell in love with.

I don’t wear a mask

Nor do I mask myself

I’m the lover in a journey every time

Of difficult paths, differences and expressions

From generalisations I remain unbound.

 

Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

 

Time Travel

I looked away,

Far and distant;

 Weighed.

Time travels,

Straight and distant;

Unstoppable.

My mind on a journey,

Distances never gauged,

Past to future frequented,

Recalled and lived,

In present; this moment.

Time travellers, are we?

 

Copyright © 2016, 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