“Through our hands” – Nayana Nair

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Through the the hands that
seem like transparent net,
we see all that we are loosing,
what all just is brushing through us.
Left us in pain for
things, people and feelings
that were never ours, nor will be;
but forever in our sight.
We see all the blessings
that fall through our hands.
And when we are left with
only drops of beautiful ache
born out of love,
we keep what we can.

4 Comments

    1. Thank you πŸ™‚
      Though I don’t believe my writing is comparable to her awesome poems. But it means a lot to hear that.
      Thanks a lot. πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

      1. Actually it’s the way of writing style . I mean confessional poetry that reminds me.
        Full of sadness, sorrow, heartbroken
        I don’t want your life to become like her
        Be happy πŸ˜€πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€πŸ˜€

      2. That makes me happy, to hear such words for my poetry.
        How our life turns is not upto us, but I hope that no matter how things turn up, I hope I am able to withstand them with the grace she had, and still live my life in words.
        Thanks for wishing me well. πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

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