Category: View Point

Bonding

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mother and child
A reprint copy of Raja Ravi Varma’s painting “Krishna in the Lap of Mother Yashoda”

Stood below a banyan tree in the vicinity

On a cloudy night where lightning flickered

I envisaged the lighting across the street

Adorned to welcome the festival of light

And the wail of the newborn shrilled the air.

The roots set to bond deep

Through tap roots and prop roots

Offering to nourish and nurture

Nature leads and instincts act

And a mother is born.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Unknown Woman

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I met her eyes that said nothing.

Waving the withered piece of cloth

A seeker, she managed to find in me.

Her gaze still fixed

A moment more it took to realize

It was the unknown, her seeker.

Could not ignore but wanted to,

Money I placed in that hand –

Unkempt, gnarled and unknown to touch….

My heart whispered and

A silent prayer passed my lip.

I met her eyes again that, still said nothing.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

A Little…

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pileA pile of books fell,

       Not because it was organised disorderly;

“A little more” of my expectation

From the rack I brought recently,

But could not sustain a day longer, broke.

Re-living the circumstance presently

“A little space” in my expectation

From existence to purpose lingered seemingly

A pile of me fell off existentialism.

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Remembering

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wither

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