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“Sidestep” – Nayana Nair

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The colors that have drained
from the dreams of people,
lie cluttered on the doorway
of their homes.
Everytime they try to leave
for something more practical
and more safe life, that they chose,
that awaits them everyday
and does not keep them worrying
about what all they can loose.
Everytime they step out,
even in hurry,
they sidestep that clutter.
Look at it from the corner of their eyes
and for a second their heart seems aware
of the frost that is killing it.
For a second the reasons for the
sleepless night and blank gazes is recalled.
But the limbs keep moving
to keep a distance from hopes
that never materialize.
On their way back home
they dread to see
the clutter of discarded dreams.
But they want to believe
that ignoring and forgetting it
becomes easier with time.
Although it never has.

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. :)

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  1. How Nayana Nair?How? How could you write such great poems with such intensity…I mean all of your poems are superb and every week you are almost writing 5 poems..Respect..You should definitely approach some publisher.

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    • I am flattered πŸ™‚ Thank you for your kind words.
      That means a lot to me.
      I am trying my best to improve and I know no other way than to keep writing.
      I don’t have enough faith in my writing yet to see myself published. (I don’t know if I will ever have that confidence.)

      But I am thankful for your words of praise. πŸ™‚

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  2. I read Kafka on the Shore. Just noticed you’re reading it. Keep up the amazing poetry writing.

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    • Yeah I am reading Kafka on the Shore. Just started. Seems very interesting too now.

      I am glad you liked my poem. 😁
      Thank you. 😁

      Reply
    • Hi there πŸ™‚
      I have finally finished reading Kafka on the Shore. πŸ™‚
      I loved reading this novel, even though many things in the books are very bizarre but if you take those things as a given , its a really really nice book. πŸ™‚
      My favourite character in the novel would be Oshima.
      The simple things that Nakata says are also very thought provoking. Though I am still a lot confused about many things in the story.
      I am not yet sure whether Miss Saeki was Kafka’s mother. Because what puzzles me is if she is his mother and she left with his sister, why didn’t we see any mention of any girl who can supposedly be Miss Saeki’s daughter. And the photo of Kafka on the beach with his sister. I feel somehow that it’s a picture of Kafka and Saeki. That part where Nakata says that he is empty from inside so anything can take place inside him. That led me to think that maybe Saeki opened the world where spirits are stuck (where Kafka was present for a brief amount of time) and maybe brought back to life her boyfriend’s spirit that had died and maybe that spirit came to inhabit Kafka’s body and his father’s spirit was lost and replaced with something sinister (like the thing that was there in Nakata’s body).
      But there are still too many things that do not make sense. I went through some theories on internet that says that when the gate is opened between the world through that spirits can travel between bodies, but I was not able to follow that logic well. Got more confused.
      Though I wanted the author to explain what correctly happened. But there is part of me that finds the book more beautiful as it kept the mystery as mystery till the end. There is a charm in leaving certain things unsaid and unexplained.
      My favourite scene was the part when 15 year old Saeki’s (living) spirit comes every night to the room where Kafka was, and how she stared at the painting. It seemed very sad.
      I actually started reading this book because it was mentioned in one of my favourite songs “BTS – Butterfly”. But once I read it I was able to understand the song better. Here is a link to that song, you may like it (it is a lyric translated video, since the song is in Korean…but it is really beautiful, so do check it out )

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