I
came with
nothing.
Why should I?
Look behind
Or ahead
Moments pass…
Copyright© 2018 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: Reflection Poem
Tree
“My greens turn yellow
As some of my family
We fall and get carried away
somewhere in the garden
We are there…”
Tenacious little petiole
Held together, what once
Was a charming leaf
That fell off into my arm
The same afternoon, I chose to sit under its tree
Reminiscing one particular day from childhood
Where I fell down with a cup of ice cream
And my father called it my tree.
Copyright© 2018 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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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
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