Comments about Deepthi Nair
From The Margins…
Pathos of an excruciating kind
Consumed her into its dark abysses
Her myriad dreams became void
And pointed to an existence
That was almost null
The agitated soul was never acknowledged
And paid heed to by a patient ear
Apprehensions never existed
How can they have space
When even dreams were not allowed entry
Lost in those moments were the unguided soul
Who portrayed its essence through
Silence and teardrops.
Incessant talks ensued
Among her soul, mind and herself.
Thoughts evolved from just being that
And robbed themselves to...