Our hearts too break not easily, We are not made so brave; There’s ever a fragment left, and we Have still a heart to save. –“Young Grief”- Edward Sapir
There are moments of indifference that once piled up seems more than the years I have lived. There are too many memories where I cannot see anyone but myself running around in a dark cave afraid of everything I bump into. Not knowing that even if I shout if anyone would hear, sometimes fearful ofContinue reading ““Too late to care” – Nayana Nair”
I thought I could love you better if I knew you better. But I realised, ‘what you are’ is a burden to you. And you never wanted to be loved for what you are. You wanted to be loved in spite of what you are.
Surely we have at least a page in every book we write, where we brood over all the things we lost. And I have often found that page to be most meaningful. As if we become better humans by this loss. Often on those pages, I have realized, not all losses are to be criedContinue reading ““Loss” – Nayana Nair”
My hands have always been empty even with your hands to hold. Let’s meet somewhere where you need not be seen, where I need not be invisible.
You once sat on my shore. You fell in love with the water in which ships, treasures and lives were lost. The same ocean is taking you in today. You told me, the drops of sea reamining on your hands yearn to touch my eyes again. If so, why wasn’t I taken away? Why amContinue reading ““Blue” – Nayana Nair”
Have we wandered too far away from where once lived our dreams? It’s a long walk and dark thoughts chase me on this sunny day. Smile at me once more. So that I know there is not only one place, not only one way to dream.
There are ruins of hearts hiding in the secluded places that refuse to vanish into this decaying world. Stagnancy is not an accurate word to describe the beauty of these corners, where the caresses of sunlight and wind are trapped forever. There are places that hold the touch of the ones the world has lost.Continue reading ““Forever” – Nayana Nair”
Though I hate to admit it, I have known more happiness than I should. And the days of sorrow that I talk about were not as bad as I write. The flaw of my heart was always being too expectant, of overestimating my worth in the schemes of life. Believing that the tales I readContinue reading ““Flaw of my Heart” – Nayana Nair”
There have been numerous accounts of my failing life and the reasons of my silence. And these stories never cease to surprise me. From time to time I find the people in my life have had a story about me all along that even I was not aware of. Their uncalled kindness and their uncalledContinue reading ““Stories about me” – Nayana Nair”