“Walking Home” – Nayana Nair

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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.

13 Comments

  1. Ameena k.g says:

    I absolutely love this piece

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      That means a lot to me 😁 Thank you soooo much 😊

  2. Especially loved the last 5 lines!

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you!!! 😁

      1. You are most welcome.

  3. lincolnlifesite says:

    Reblogged this on Lincoln Life Blog.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks for the reblog 😁
      Glad you liked my poem 😊

      1. lincolnlifesite says:

        your welcome, and your poems are fantastic, keep sharing them.

      2. Nayana Nair says:

        Thanks a lot 😁

  4. universe fireflie says:

    yeah!
    i have observed this a lot!
    we are all so consumed inside of ourselves. we forget to just detach and look around.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      It is sad that even when we know what we are overlooking, we cannot do much to change this.

      1. universe fireflie says:

        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

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