“Days to come” – Nayana Nair


The trees don’t whisper,
don’t console me with lies
that they have heard too many times.
They tell me that this sorrow won’t go away
atleast not without me.
That there will be days I will look at
the empty chair opposite me
and my coffee would taste of tears.
Days when I would wake up
with a blanket of despair over me.
That I will stop at certain words
and certain names,
and feel too broken in this happy world.
That I would stop taking certain roads.
Stop going to certain places.
So that my ache in my chest
won’t eat me up.
There will be day
when I would have given up
on all that I was.
And sure enough
the sorrow went away,
taking away everything we were.


  1. yuhublogger says:

    Terribly sad! Nicely done.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Glad you liked my poem πŸ™‚
      Thanks a lot πŸ™‚

      1. yuhublogger says:

        My pleasure, Nayana.

  2. Γ‘ayana the way your writings are imagination or you really suffered these ordeals
    Γ‘ice poem Γ‘ayana πŸ˜€πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜€

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      50% reality and 50% imagination πŸ™‚
      Glad you like my poem πŸ™‚
      Thanks a lot πŸ™‚

  3. celestialk1 says:

    ❀ ❀ love this

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you πŸ™‚
      I am glad you liked it. πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

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