Tales of travel.
Lesser known lands where
Spoken words helplessly
Spill into blinks –
Stranger’s gaze, depth gauged;
Strangest eye contacts but,
Spoke anonymously.
Smile breaks;
Confident, though unsure….
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Privacy
Hiding behind the scene,
She hoped to remain unseen;
“Private I am and share not my mind.”
Her performance a dream;
Applause heard among scream;
“Private I am and save me my name.”
Who she is, mattered everywhere.
Who she truly is, mattered to none;
“My privacy is precious and I trade not.”
And thoughts conflicted
Between real and realm
In her sacred private space.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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