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“Be With Me” – Nayana Nair

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My pain sits on my shoulder, clings to my neck

and sings stories of years that defined me.

How it had no one else but me.

It was so fierce, yet so fragile.

I felt the urge to protect it.

From anything. From everything.

I wanted to protect it from every cure.

I wanted it to be with me. To be a part of me.

I felt I would be a little less me

if it left my body.

I didn’t mind this pain decaying my body.

I didn’t mind it’s echoing cries and lament.

I just wanted it to be there always.

But when pain decided to leave me,

I felt that life has left my body.

I cried realizing that it was never a part of me.

I don’t think I cried cause I missed pain.

I cried for there is nothing in my life I can be sure of.

Not even pain.

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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. :)

15 responses »

  1. I so get this. You get used to the pain so much you forget what it’s like without it. Beautifully put

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  2. TheOriginalPhoenix

    Sometimes you think you know what you are but you realize you were on the wrong path the whole time. The question is where you go after that.

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  3. ‘I wanted to protect it from every cure.’- That line says it all about inertial nature of human nature. Great poem, Nayana Nair. πŸ™‚

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  4. Really well written. It is crazy that pain can actually become addicting because we get so used to it. I’ve felt like that a bit before

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  5. Wow Laurie shared this with me and I love it. I’d like to share it with my daughter she will love it. πŸ™‚

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