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“REMINDER” – Nayana Nair

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Bright light hovering over my head

Lighting me up, making me its own.

Inseparable, as if I am light itself.

The blinding brightness of my being

Leaves me incapable of finding my way

Through my own thoughts, turned strangers.

In this light, I have nothing to write

Nothing that’s mine.

And I fear these blank pages

Will be a reminder

Of a fruitless day.

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The ship sitting at

The edge of my closed window.

It looks out at the wind.

The wind creating

An ever-changing mosaic

Of ruffling leaves.

It looks at the wind that belongs to it,

But never touches its lifeless white sails.

It looks for the ocean

That it was never made for.

My fears were in vain,

I have finally filled this page

With words that are reminder

Of  a fruitless life.

 

 

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About Nayana Nair

Hi, I am Nayana Nair. I'm 23. 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. :)

8 responses »

  1. Stunning poetry, Nayana, despite the melancholy feeling. I think you are already a writer. 🙂

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  2. Very nice & cool words

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  3. A touch of writers block?
    Inseparable, as if I am light itself.

    The blinding brightness of my being

    Leaves me incapable of finding my way

    Through my own thoughts, turned strangers.< great lines 🙂

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    • Yes, that unfortune afternoon, I was just sitting wanting to write something, anything. But my mind was so silent. But my hands were so restless, I had to write something. So, I just wrote about not being able to write. But thankfully, that cute little ship saved me. 🙂

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