My plate
and my half eaten meal,
they remind you of all the times
when I have wasted things, far too valuable.
The trinkets that I treasure.
The coins that cannot buy anything.
The souvenirs that have lost meaning,
the people without memories.
This city in my mind,
I keep alive by not breathing.
You wonder how I became like this.
I wonder how can I be anything but this.
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Hi,
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 28. Just a person who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I'm interested in all forms of storytelling (though I don't have the talent for it). So I like series, movies, novels, anime, and whatnot. I'm also really passionate about music, psychology, learning languages (I just dream big, too undisciplined to makes any actual progress) and literature. I am overall just a curious person who is interested in all kinds of things, as long as they suit my taste.
I always wanted 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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Beautiful poetry!
Thanks a lot 🙂 Means a lot to me 🙂
My pleasure, I really enjoy your work 🙂
Very interesting! Vivid imagery – I really liked the line about the “half-eaten meal” – very cool mood that you’ve created with this piece.
I am glad you liked my poem 🙂
Thanks a lot 🙂 😀
I absolutely love this line:
My plate
and my half eaten meal,
they remind you of all the times
when I have wasted things, far too valuable
You write lovely poetry. I’m now following your blog and I’m glad you’re following mine.
So glad that you like my poem 😁
Your words of encouragement mean a lot to me 😊
Thank you 😁
Ps. You have a lovely blog.