“Scavenge” – Nayana Nair

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As you scavenge you brain
for some pleasant memories
that would suit
the cold air
fogged up with impending tears.
All you can think of are
the visions
that can scorch the skin of the ‘new you’
until you are nothing but what you were.
And the only thing you can remember
is the one raindrop
that lost itself,
evaporated into the sound
that almost made you cry.

4 Comments

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€
      So glad you liked it. πŸ™‚

  1. Rain , bad memory, sorrow, separation
    According to me the word RAIN. Is a separation of happiness from life

    Nice lines Γ‘ayana πŸ˜πŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you πŸ™‚ I am glad you like my poem. πŸ™‚

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