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“Orange Light” – Nayana Nair

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Some nights
the pillow is too fluffy.
Some nights
the pillow is too hard.
And I have no option
but to stay awake
and look at the
orange light of streetlamp
outside my window.
It is not the pillow,
nor the light
that keeps me awake.
It is just the side effect
of trying too hard
to be something.

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Some nights
I am too much.
Some nights
I am not enough.
And I have no option
but to stay awake
and look at the
light of fate
out of my control.

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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. :)

14 responses »

  1. So well relate myself with the pillow πŸ˜„

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  2. Awesome poem Γ±ayana.πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜€

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  3. It is just the side effect
    of trying too hard
    to be something.

    So very well said!

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  4. I love this. I feel like you depict our struggles in life in general. We are uncomfortable and searching for a purpose or mother, but there are other times we are comfortable and okay. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. This sounds faintly like a still small voice talking to you. As you are awake can you discern a call of some kind? In stillness and gentle restlessness is when you hear the call best.
    Your new friend Denny.

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    • It does feel like a voice in my mind that keeps me awake, but I am not entirely sure whether it is a part of me or not.
      Thanks for dropping by.
      Your friend Nayana πŸ™‚

      Reply

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