The street is lined with houses
that have forgotten how to breathe anything
but neglect.
There are broken windows
through which I see hopeful eyes staring and crying
trapped in homes that
reek of wait that yields more wait.
The street is lined with trees that never grew.
The roads cling to the snow that never melts.
We all have learned how to go deaf to cries of help
(that’s what growing up means?)
and walk home to our own tragedies-
some we suffer, some we create
and some we never stop.
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About Nayana Nair
Hi,
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 25. 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. :)
I absolutely love this piece
That means a lot to me 😁 Thank you soooo much 😊
Especially loved the last 5 lines!
Thank you!!! 😁
You are most welcome.
Reblogged this on Lincoln Life Blog.
Thanks for the reblog 😁
Glad you liked my poem 😊
your welcome, and your poems are fantastic, keep sharing them.
Thanks a lot 😁
yeah!
i have observed this a lot!
we are all so consumed inside of ourselves. we forget to just detach and look around.
It is sad that even when we know what we are overlooking, we cannot do much to change this.
oh my lord!!!
preach!!!!
many of are not willing to put in that effort but i think that when we start doing that. the world will certainly become a happier place
True 🙂