Category: Writing Poetry

Father

On a rain-washed night,

Children laid down to sleep,

Pulling blankets over their heads;

Hoping to hide their fears behind

About the stories of rainy nights,

Thunder storms and scary dark elements;

That’s when lightning struck in its mighty power;

Killing the imagined silhouette of shadowy figure,

Oh! “father you are home.”

Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Words

Weighing words

Before spoken,

Insignificant.

Sometimes, when we are lost in the security of our mind or caught in the unknown space of absent thoughts, a friend or a stranger walks into our sanctuary with a simple, ordinary conversation. At times, we don’t realise, how we comprehend our thoughts and spoken words leave in a jiffy.

Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar