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“BEHIND THE WORDS”-Nayana Nair

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On the strings of her tears

She weaved that veil

Word-by-word

Letter-by-letter

From the immortal tales

Of the forgotten and forgone,

From the shattered hearts

of wise souls unknown.

Tales of broken fates

And healing hearts.

Of agitated whispers

And Beautiful scars.

Of intentions and actions,

Of helplessness of the cruel

And darkness in the heats of kind.

Of kinds of love and hate

And the bleak line that separates them.

With each word she weaved

She became invisible to the imperfect world.

And away from its judging eyes,

She waited for her life to begin,

For a reason to come out.

She waited for the promised love.

She waited so long that

The veil became her face.

That the tally marks of time

Wrinkled her skin and diminished her hopes.

She waited

Till there was nothing to wait for.

She spent her life waiting.

Waiting behind the words,

Living inside the veil.

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“A LONG WALK”-Nayana Nair

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The boy walked slowly

In step with her heartbeat.

Tears the sky cried last night

Flowed at his feet.

Through the cracked pebbled path

That shimmered like her tresses.

He didn’t glance back

For he felt her eyes on him everywhere.

He knew

Not her name, not her abode,

But that she was in his life forever.

In the form of passing shadows

And in the form of sunlit windows.

He need not hold onto her,

Nor follow her,

Nor please or disappoint her.

He need not name this feeling,

Or cling to it, for he knew

She had become the meaning of his life.

He heard her singing

Beneath the lamp post they stood.

The sparks of laughter

That spilled from her eyes

Lighted his dull spirit.

The streets that he walked now,

The blue street with washed out black,

Where she walked with him

Will never be the same.

These streets will be the

Address of his happiness

And her image will stand there

Welcoming him home.

It was a long walk

For the boy with the lighted spirit

To drag his earthly body

Away from her presence,

Away from life.

“CURSE”-Nayana Nair

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To wander free

And still be held captive in your life, in your fears.

To giggle and smile

While you drown in your own tears.

To deny all help with a ‘no’

while inside you cry out for ‘yes’.

To be lost to yourself

But still hoping to be found.

To be doing one thing

And being another.

To be split in two

And still be one.

To be torn apart between

the should and want.

To love-not wholly

To be loved-not enough

A love-never complete.

To be your own greatest enemy

And your sole best friend.

Running from yourself

Is no escape.

For this curse which you dread

Is the darkness which you’re drawn to.

The curse of being afraid to die

And yet afraid to live.

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