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“STAGE” – Nayana Nair

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They cheer for me,

With joy and addiction.

Eager to hear each sound

That escapes my mouth.

Dipping themselves,

Drowning together

In the music that they love.

But the stage is empty.

Cause I’m not really there,above.

I’m choking ,somewhere, on tears

Holding in my arms our dying love.

And though you stand in the crowd.

You’re not really there.

Are you?

Cause you have come to leave.

To leave the ghost of the man,

Whose love you once believed.

About Nayana Nair

Hi, I am Nayana Nair. I'm 25. Just a crazy girl who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly. I like to talk about everything...mostly..every conversation of mine turns into a monologue.... So I decided I should start writing a blog..rather than chat.... I'm very much passionate about music, psychology and literature.... Moderate interest in science..... I always want 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. :)

2 responses »

  1. I am no teacher
    To teach you how to love,
    For the fish need no teacher
    To teach them to swim.
    And birds need no teacher
    To teach them flight.

    Swim on your own.
    Fly on your own.

    Love comes with no textbooks
    And the greatest lovers in history were illiterate.

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