Category: View Point

Very Woman

Silence prevailed.

 Accurate mind processed.

    “That’s not a very womanly thought.”

       I looked up inquisitively.

“Thoughts have gender?”

If so, man and woman

Each has another side.

                  Perception smiled.

                  Circumstances laughed.

                  “Offence not meant, or taken.”

Thoughts multiplied unnervingly.

Advocacy spiralled.

                “Oh my accurate mind, please spell,”

             Silence persuaded.

Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

 

Yet, I am not different

Apparently, there’s nothing common

In two people’s lives,

Till situation wipes space and time;

Opportune to movement

I’m here and so are you;

  When was the last, where time raced

With little reflection?

Boundaries apart

Preciousness of life

Yet to be realised….

Waiting and waning

“Will I see another New Year?”

Child asked Santa;

Trust never failed.

I continue to read,

Hoping for many

A life of dignity

And some food to eat.

Wonder, if they still know

The taste of potatoes and beans.

There’s nothing common

Yet, I am not different.

Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar