What do I do with my thought?
Randomly flow and caught
in words, estranged;
Semantically, engaged.
Web of imaginary relation –
Feeling of momentary elation.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: Writing Poetry
Wish Finds…
Wish not to get the equilibrium displaced with change that accompany relationship. Love, life and light banters are refreshing. A mental note added, a detour is possibility.
Bags readied
for scheduled journey
lay lost in the corner stand.
“I hear you not complain this time. ” He teased.
“I love the game of independence, in dependence.” I smiled.
Wish finds its way.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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Pain…
Your agony, not mine
Yet, I bleed without pain;
Your grief, not mine
Yet, I cry without reason.
Tears run unushered,
I don’t know them
Yet, I am hurt without pain.
O the million hearts world over,
Blood speaks the same everywhere
So does a word of prayer!
Your silence, silently mine.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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