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.
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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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. :)
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Stunning poetry, Nayana, despite the melancholy feeling. I think you are already a writer. 🙂
Thank you 🙂 I am so glad you liked it. That compliment does mean a lot to me. Thanks a lot.
Very nice & cool words
Thank you 🙂
Very beautiful.
Thank you:)
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 🙂
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. 🙂