I can’t write my life.
There is so much to what I am,
that is not supposed to be written.
There is so much that I can’t explain.
There is so much I can’t hear myself.
It’s not only the prying eyes of the world
that stops my ink,
that makes me cross out certain words
and settle for safer ones.
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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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May your confidence grow.
I also hope that it happens 🙂 Thank you for your kind words and blessing 🙂
You can try to write your life in private…with no prying eyes and see how much you’ve grown.
Thanks 🙂 will do that 🙂
this requires courage to explain this also..dear u r courageous
Thank you 🙂 I am glad you could understand 🙂 not everyone does 🙂 Thanks a lot 🙂
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