O Clay!
Play not with words.
Earth,
Tough even when soft;
Situation,
My mind playing games….
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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Remembering
Haven’t said a word,
Merely stared;
Care not what they meant.
Bubble burst into millions –
Invisible;
Yet, felt a million nerves.
The wind’s delicate stroke
Appeared a warning;
Passing thoughts arrested,
I wiped the sensation –
Tickle;
Yet, couldn’t stop my heart.
Haven’t heard the beat
Merely hoped;
A minute by minute passage –
Cease;
Yet, remained alive and I breathe;
Remembering a life.
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Our 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.
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Another Chance
She sank into depths
For she knew not what the prophesy held.
She wailed in anguish
That cut through the shallow indentation.
She submerged her dismay
And floated astride the carcass of self.
Not knowing what it said;
Whispers she heard but couldn’t decipher….
Yet her valour conquered the fears
And recoiled her strength to trust life.
Variety is the Spice of Life 