Let me sell you a story.
A lie
that my hollow life could live in.
A home that can be changed to my need.
A reality that never exists,
but is as real as
the stories,
the lives
that we avoided by one choice.
Let me sell you a story,
let me sell you my dreams.
I have no need for them anyway.
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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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This is a beautiful post – sad but beautiful. I wish you peace 💜
Thanks a lot 🙂
Appreciate it 🙂
Beautiful words…
I am glad you like it 🙂 Thanks a lot 🙂
Nice poem Ñayana😀😀 😀😀
Thank you 🙂
Beautiful story
Thanks a lot. 😀 🙂
स्वप्न हमारी चेतना की गहरी अभिव्यक्ति होती है। वह हमे उम्मीद देता और एक भरोसा स्वयं पर। इस आधुनिक धरा पर हम स्वप्न को साकार करने की कोशिश में स्वयं अकेले हो गए है। let me sell you a story, अच्छी रचना है, ☺👌
acha laga jaanke ki aapko meri kavitha pasand aayi 🙂
thank you 🙂 😀
आप अच्छा लिखती है, ☺💐, समय निकाल कर आपकी पुरानी कविताएं पढूंगा☺
thanks a lot 🙂
Beautifully written…
the lives
that we avoided by one choice…
That’s a subejct I often ponder on – all those twists and turns we make, often without noticing, and how they change the future, not only for us but for others… the butterfly effect.
Same here. Though we take the life we are loving as an absolute, but there are moments when we realize that everything would be different had we chosen something else.
Glad you liked my poem.:-)
Thank you 🙂 😀
These days I try to keep my mind from straying to those kind of thoughts…
We all try to do that 😁
This has a fragility and an overwhelming sense of loss.
Thank you :-):-D