Tag: Creativity

On That Day


I didn’t wish to be there

On that day.

But somehow I am here

As of today.

The clouds told the sea;

The wind told the palms.

But the carpet grass rejoiced,

As the shadow stayed poised.

Have I known you, ever?

Every day, newer?

Roots shallow or deep, I gather

We live in today, together.

Said the greens to the woods

As air, water and light witnessed.

Copyright (c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar


Petals shed from the vase
Layer of bright and grey.
Fresh jasmine garlands on the deity
Perfumed the pale and stale.
A whiff of hot coffee lingered in the air.
“So what?”
Said the bored youngster.
Fragrance or aroma?
Stagnancy or permanency?
The wind changed direction.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Steal A Few Moments…


I wish I could steal a few moments from life…

Never having seen a delicate life so close to hold;

Green, fresh as the rain washed leaf;

Silvery, enchanting as if an angel

On earth with a message.

“Touch me not,” she fluttered as long as her wings could take;

Choosing to sit on my feet, as long as she decided to have me.

A day had gone by in admiration.

The next day of hope was all about me;

Just another living being,

In search of the beautiful being.

I wish I could steal a few moments from life….

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar


There my eyes rest

As my mind comprehends

‘Nothing’ in the vacant gaze.

The flower I see bright

As my mind processes

‘Happiness’ in the distant gaze.

Mesmerized I stand

As my mind responds

‘Gathering the simple’ along the gaze.

A little time stolen from a day

Mind not the eyes and mind

And the gaze assesses the transition.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar