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“To Books” – Nayana Nair

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This is the solitude I want,

This is the company I seek.

Only understood by few.

Each morning is blessed

with a hope renewed .

For can find both in you.

“United” -Nayana Nair

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I take each step forward

thinking about the steps you took without me.

My heart has faith

in the love that it felt

and it knows not how to give up.

But the pain of your indifference and neglect

hits the shore made of pebbles and shells

we collected all our life,

for the one we shall love.

But tonight, I am leaving this shore,

venturing into waters that I do not know of,

to feel what you feel.

So we may be united in hatred,

if not in love.

Enfance (Childhood)

WORDS IN THE LIGHT

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A colored pencil in his hand
and freckles on his face,
and the Night sky as a notebook
for newly learned words,

I recognize him, could he recognize me?

At that time, every drop of rain
was a tear of God,
and every house in his drawings
had a window on the true World.

Now only the memories remain.

Between grief and grace
there is almost no difference.
Enfance,
blessed motherland,

why do we have to leave you?

~

Frédéric à l’école © 2016 – F.G.M.

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“This Life”- Nayana Nair

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Slowly,

I am killing myself.

One drop at a time.

With each drop of time

that leaves this life,

I observe helplessly

but still having control.

Any second, I can save myself.

But I choose not to.

Everyone dies anyway.

Everyone is dying

this same death.

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“Small, small doubts”- Nayana Nair

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It kills me

to keep guessing which one of us

realizes first, our folly

of being too proud of our love and its power.

While hundreds of such love cease to exist each moment.

Hundreds of hearts broken.

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And those people who no longer love,

who no longer want to love

Did they, like us, believe

in the invincibility of their desires and devotion.

and misjudged the amount of sacrifices a person can make.

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Will we become like them, dear?

How many years can we spend together

before reality of life breaks us apart?

It kills me not to know the nature

of this beast, of this love

that has taken refuge in my heart.

Does the end of love begin

with these small, small doubts that I am holding?

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See for yourself- my heart,

how it bleeds.

And yet it tells me not to worry.

Tells me that I am coward.

That I am looking for excuses.

That people have loved without guarantees.

You can too.

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“In the darkness” – Nayana Nair

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I see this small image of me

in my mind’s eye.

In a world filled with black fog,

there in the center stands someone.

Who feels like

my life personified.

I feel I am copy of whoever

stands in that darkness.

I feel I only exist there.

I feel I am the darkness.

Start Over

“The splendid thing

about falling apart

silently…

is that

you can start over

as many times

as you like.”

-Sanober Khan, “A Thousand Flamingos”

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