Very Woman

Silence prevailed.

 Accurate mind processed.

    “That’s not a very womanly thought.”

       I looked up inquisitively.

“Thoughts have gender?”

If so, man and woman

Each has another side.

                  Perception smiled.

                  Circumstances laughed.

                  “Offence not meant, or taken.”

Thoughts multiplied unnervingly.

Advocacy spiralled.

                “Oh my accurate mind, please spell,”

             Silence persuaded.

Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar



Colours Within


Flame kissed the wall.

Dancing to compete,

Upsurge red, orange and yellow

With sparks of green racing along,

Into welcome embrace of blue and indigo,

Rising steadily to an unknown rhythm

Meet with showers of white sparkles that,

Trigger an overwhelming calmness…

Envisaging the moment by seconds

I break away from trance

Infused by colours; now

That they stand aside,

Appreciating the artistic evolution,

I challenge not the expressions

Suffused by an imaginative rein,

Caught between sleep and the subconscious.

Feeling colours submerge deep within

A sense of definite

Emptiness and happiness;

I wake up to a new day.

 Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar


Sacred dreams
Lost ruins and mysterious paths
The woman in veil
Walks graciously…
Tumbling down the green valley
I fall to her feet
And meet the eyes
I see everyday…
Scare shreds confidence etching
Scars in the subconscious;
Unknown scares
A deluge of thoughts I face…

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar



Haven’t said a word,

Merely stared;

Care not what they meant.

Bubble burst into millions –


Yet, felt a million nerves.

The wind’s delicate stroke

Appeared a warning;

Passing thoughts arrested,

I wiped the sensation –


Yet, couldn’t stop my heart.

Haven’t heard the beat

Merely hoped;

A minute by minute passage –


Yet, remained alive and I breathe;

Remembering a life.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar


Scribbling scrambles
Thoughts travel terrain
Meandering meaningfully
I invite imagination.

Ideas indispensable
Mind mingles mandates
Rules rueful
Scribbling storyline silhouette.

Published in: In Knowing, 2015

In Knowing: Published Work


In Knowing, an anthology of seventy poems, is my third book in English.

A play of abstract, spiritual, philosophical, inspirational love and life poems, In Knowing, expresses myriad feelings, some defined and some left to conjure.

Perceptions, purely perspective, I have chosen words to match the free flow of emotions. That’s also one reason I decided to keep the count of the poems to “seventy”, the number associated with spirituality and sacredness.

But, what makes poetry lovable? I guess, it is only our “state of mind” at “that moment”. May be, it is our “poetic assumption”.

In Knowing, is a compilation of previously published poetry from my blog. I am grateful to all those writers/poets/artists in the blogging world whose “page visits”, “Likes” and “comments” have been very encouraging.

Thank You One and All.

* Available Online:


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Warm Regards.




Frames on the wall

Four generations.

Great grandfather worked with the British

Grandfather witnessed the World War

And my father was born in pre-Independent India.

My brother and I heard their stories with awe;

History a wonder and life  unimaginable;

The times have changed since then.

Our next generation

Loves the frames on the walls.

*Previously Published: April 2014