As I purse my lips,
trying to push back words
that I am afraid are the wrong ones.
I wonder,
stand in awe,
of those gentle souls
who heal so many hearts.
While I fail
to utter any words,
fearing,
not knowing,
what might break them.
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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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Beautiful!
Bittersweet…Have you been always conscious of your own words? I think you are a gentle person, Nayana..someone with lots of love deep within..
I everyday life, I am often quiet and refrain from speaking much. Only on paper and with some few friends I can speak without refrain.
Thank you for your kind words. 😁
Well..they say you are in right company when you can speak and act without thinking twice.
By the way…I miss having you around..Please don’t forget to visit my sanctuary when you are free.
I love reading your blog. I do visit time to time 🙂 But have been little preoccupied.
Thank you 🙂 I am glad you liked my poem 🙂
😊❤