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“Co-exist” – Nayana Nair

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While the rest of the rooms
were sleeping in cold,
cradling the mere humans
who could only do so much
as to ignore the present,
dreaming of summers,
that which in their deepest heart
they had no much love for either.
But mind has always been
a place to escape to,
when we were not escaping from problems
but from our self.

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I sat at
the dark narrow stairs,
that led to nowhere particular,
that were almost always flooded with light.
I was lucky to have had that.
To have a place where
the fresh rays of cold sun
and my warm agitated heart
coud co-exit,
without destroying each other.
I could only do so much
as to forget myself and my life
feel what cold is,
to know I was (un)lucky to have this.
To have so much comforts
that I cannot complain of my pain.
But irrespective of these comforts
I would still rot away.

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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. :)

13 responses »

  1. A lovely poem. Just curious, why did you write “so much comforts” in place of “so many comforts”. Comforts are, in general, countable so we use ‘many’. Did you use ‘much’ to indicate uncountable comforts?

    Reply
    • Thank you πŸ™‚
      I guess it felt much better cause when I visualized it..these comforts were like rising water…which cannot be differentiated or counted…just a mass of stuff …that we always know we should be thankful for…and that mostly makes us feel guilty for complaining about problems…I didn’t think that they were different things…I thought of them as things of similar nature…that are so huge in number that now they seem as one

      But I agree with you ..grammatically it is messed up.
      πŸ™‚
      Glad you liked my poem…thank you πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

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