.
“You are already past that point” whispers
my the body buried in my head. So, I put down the pen
and take up the shovel, take to the dirt,
I plant my ears in the soil, and hear the music
of skin becoming light on the other side
as silence heals everything. The oracle and sage
and the murderer in me play the game of holding back,
now that I am here with my attention and violence,
and the will to smother myself again.
I wait till the afternoon sun plants water in my skin.
Soon I will be an ocean. Soon I will be buried
by the other me outside, the impatient me,
who wants to get things done, want to make things hers.
I look up and hug back the dirt and prayer and rest
that my other body is offering me. I hear things,
and know the life ahead, I see the blood I am running towards
but she buys my silence with a promise.
The promise to go on in my stead.
Published by Nayana Nair
Hi,
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 30. Just a person who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I'm interested in all forms of storytelling (though I don't have the talent for it). So I like series, movies, novels, anime, and whatnot. I'm also really passionate about music, psychology, learning languages (I just dream big, too undisciplined to makes any actual progress) and literature. I am overall just a curious person who is interested in all kinds of things, as long as they suit my taste.
I always wanted to be a writer (and also a teacher)..But I don't think I have the skills required...this blog is just my attempt at becoming the writer I always wanted to be...Blogging for few years, I have realized I am more of a poet (although, I am not sure that I am good enough for that label)...I hope I realize more about myself through writing.
Thanks for dropping by!! Hope I didn't disappoint. :)
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Sad, evocative and beautiful 😊❤️
Glad you liked it dear 😊
Thank you so much 😊❤️