Would people have been more kinder and affectionate, if only the world didn’t misunderstand niceness on a daily basis? How come we live with such a distorted view that we are afraid of being good to each other? From the fear of being judged. From the fear of being ridiculed. From the fear of beingContinue reading ““Kinder” – Nayana Nair”
Monthly Archives: November 2017
“Softer Light” – Nayana Nair
I like days like these when the clouds cover up my view of sky and make the light from sun lighter and softer for it hurts my eyes less, hurts my heart less. These days reveal to me a happier me, who has shared my life silently. In the song I hum there are sprinklesContinue reading ““Softer Light” – Nayana Nair”
“Another Candle” – Nayana Nair
I have been awake since the storm started. My eyes won’t close from the fear of losing this world. Even if, all this world gives me is reason to hide, reason to lay awake. Sometimes enduring a storm. Sometimes waiting for it. I light another candle to burn away my sleep. I light another partContinue reading ““Another Candle” – Nayana Nair”
“Climb” – Nayana Nair
Three steps materialize in front of me every day. Step 1 : You tell me how you love me. Step 2 : I believe you. Step 3: I realize love is not enough. Love is not cute always I am losing too much to cherish the love in your heart After that last step, IContinue reading ““Climb” – Nayana Nair”
“Mistaken” – Nayana Nair
Surely there were others as well who were standing beside me till now, who loved me, at least liked me. Surely I am mistaken that I am abandoned. There were several houses that fell silent as my legs lingered on their doorsteps. There was a sigh of relief as I left. A sigh muffled byContinue reading ““Mistaken” – Nayana Nair”
“Spilling the Ink” – Nayana Nair
You ask why I don’t stay and fight. You ask if I realise that I can win as much as others. I tell you that everyone has a dream. And what I get by staying and fighting, are not my dream. That I cannot live in this world of regulated self-expression. Always fearing when IContinue reading ““Spilling the Ink” – Nayana Nair”
“Beauty” – Nayana Nair
Here on this paper my lies have no meaning, no purpose, no responsibilty of the aftermath, no hearts broken. Here, lies can be cherished for the beauty they are.
“My Life” – Nayana Nair
My life like that autumn leaf, falls and flies at the same time.
“Possible” – Nayana Nair
My heart feels like a sheet of ice. With restless birds of pain trapped forever, fluttering around. Making the world look dark. Imitating my cries. But as you pass by me, your shadow on my heart feels beautiful and painful. Your shadow looks like a barren tree, where my pain can sit and chirp. ThoughContinue reading ““Possible” – Nayana Nair”
“The Idea of Something More” – Nayana Nair
My frail body and mind were nothing more than what it was intended for. And I was no better than any other body barely keeping itself alive. And though I was fed again and again the idea of being something more, being someone more. In moments like these I am reduced by my sorrows toContinue reading ““The Idea of Something More” – Nayana Nair”
