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 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.
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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
Scribbling scrambles
Thoughts travel terrain
Meandering meaningfully
I invite imagination.
Ideas indispensable
Mind mingles mandates
Rules rueful
Scribbling storyline silhouette.
Published in: In Knowing, 2015
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