Tag: Poems

How’s Life?

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Lame I feel

Looking at life

Adornment negligent

Way too real

Raw wounds and pains indefinable

How palpable

Smile still lingered

Zest to living

Surpasses weaknesses

And my friend lived fighting

Wanting to make her memorable

While a few found pleasures

Others took her seriously

Smile still lingered

As I fathom the question

‘So, how’s life?’

And find myself answering

‘Good, in fact excellent’

Then when I see their expression

I long to interpret

Smile still lingered

Wonder who understood my friend ‘life’?

If happy I conjure

If unhappy I blame

Definitions simple conjectures

Our life through their eyes

Way too real

Adornment negligent

Looking at life

Lame I feel….

 

 

 

 

 

A Lover’s Eye

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I waited all night

Tracing the path of the light.

The glow never once failed

And the rinsed clouds hailed.

As an afterthought,

Recollecting the ideas I bought

I looked through lover’s eyes;

The darkness in black did not lie….

He stirred the night into a silver bowl

And washed me deep down the soul;

Feeling the momentary pleasure unwind

I raised my hands to bind,

Conveying the message of a lifetime,

Renewing the promise on full moon night, every time.

Life ‘n Dreams

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In the waking dreams

And the sleeping dreams

I’m torn between

Imagination and aspiration.

Did I realise life

In living dreams

And ghosts of past glorious dreams?

Am left wondering

If life treated me

Or I treated life

In recalling dreams

And cherishing moments of dreams!

I walk with my life

Accepting flavours of life

And I’m living with dreams

Waking to infinite dreams….

Mom’s My World

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To My Mother

(Published in Me, My Friend, 2009, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar)

 MOTHER

How I wish I could speak to you mom

It is a phone call from you that has now become a desire

No words to say, no words to convey

My love for you mom.

Life in hostel with friends around

Keeps me going

But the beautiful time we shared together

Discussing sweet nothings

I miss the most

And even more I miss you mom.

The Sundays when the phone rings

I run to the reception desperately hoping it is you

My heart leaps out to say all those small things

That then seem very important

But when I hold the receiver I forget everything mom.

A word with you is now like a dream come true

How to tell you it is your word that makes my week

And then I start asking

Why did I have to grow up to be your big girl mom?

Hmm, all said and done

Nothing will change right now

But how I wish I could speak to you mom

For I am still your little girl at heart when it comes to you

And I just want to say I love you, mom.