Category: Writing Poetry

Hope

I painted a house in red

On my yellow feature wall.

“No, I am safe,”

I call out to my family.

“Worry not, I am fine,”

I speak again to the concerned voices.

“Red, is unconditional love

Symbolic of a binding Christmas;”

I look for togetherness

In a warm or cold home;

“Wish every day of love

In every life filled in happiness.”

The fairly lights in the neighbourhood bright,

I see angels everywhere.

I look again

Where the chorus echoed.

Into the darkness at midnight

Wishing New Year of hope.

Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

It would be…

My heart and soul alike;

What would it be,

If it happens, to see

Falling in love?

I’m waiting.

She whispered the last line,

Only for the wind to hear;

The clay in hand came alive

Finer than her last try.

Shouldn’t you fall in love?

Here, I’m waiting.

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Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar