Tag: Hope
That Point
And I stood at a point
Where life asked me to
Take a reverse turn.
Season followed its path
Rains washed clean the reminders
The books were neatly stacked.
Missed from the scene for a while
Met the money plant that loved the sill
The sparrow chirped once again.
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
In the Dark…
How do I see in the dark?
Dark not the handsome
In waking dreams of life;
Dark as in life not seen
In knowing about living;
Dark in the mysteries
Of living and in being;
Dark not the beautiful
Yet I see light in the dark….
Variety is the Spice of Life 