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“Cover your eyes” – Nayana Nair

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Cover your eyes
with heartfelt goodbyes,
as they drift into a world
away from your cries.

blueflower

Doubt not.
Their love was true.
They forgave you for crimes
not known to you.

blueflower

But a heart is a heart
and it tires out someday
and it hurts them to leave
though they might not say.

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So when they leave you
with heart full of guilt
and eyes full of your last glimpse.
Do not let them hear
your requests to stay.
Do not let them see
the helplessness in your eyes.

blueflower

Cover your eyes
with heartfelt goodbyes,
with cheerful laughter
and hope that they find
whatever they are after.

goodbye

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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. :)

10 responses »

  1. Amazing. “Do not let them hear your requests to stay. Do not let them see the helplessness in your eyes.”- terrific lines. Loved it.

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  2. It just made me sad …. But I really loved theae lines. Am reading your poems. I just want to ask you one thing . Why can’t you write a book

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    • I am really glad you liked my poems πŸ™‚ Thanks a lot πŸ™‚
      Why I can’t write a book?? Well one of the main reasons would be that I am not convinced that I have that much skill at writing. I am very doubtful whether what I write is good enough or not. I hope my writing gets better in maybe 10-20 years. The day I get enough confidence in myself, maybe then I would think about publishing.
      But thank you for showing faith in me. That means a lot to me. πŸ™‚ That is one of the only thing that gives me hope that maybe one day I would be able to write the way I want, achieve the best of my potential. Thanks a lot πŸ™‚

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  3. So touching and beautiful!

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