I wish I was empty-handed at the end of our story. But I am left with your memory and anger at myself for not being enough. Life would have been easier without both.
My house on hills and its silence are always occupied in a duel with the wartime echoes from far away lands, with the agonizing voices of reality. Even if I surround my house with the greenest trees, place cool streams around. Even if I cloud my windows with curtains of smoke. Even if I barterContinue reading ““Whale Songs” – Nayana Nair”
An ornament blue that reminded me of your eyes. The sleeve of silk that had finally felt like mine. The black of my eyes, the blood of my lips. They took it away one by one. While you looked on almost happy to have avoided my fate. My life became colored with a dazzling redContinue reading ““Sleeve of Silk” – Nayana Nair”
There was a melancholy in looking up at the endless vacant sky and looking for the invisible presence of someone to depend on. To wear these ideas that were guaranteed to sort my life and mind. Except it felt like clothes borrowed. I had to either return them or throw them away.
We know how to support the cause. We don’t know how to support the victims.
I find discontented people everywhere. They have complains. They have problems with people having problems. They have problem with people whining about these problem. They repeat every now and then how this generation has been spoiled too much. They want people to just bear it, to get on with life. They preach how there isContinue reading ““Scores of Misfortune” – Nayana Nair”
The strip of land that lies in the midst of the blue of our minds. There shall we sit face to face and talk. We could talk of many things you could tell me how your hands throw away every trinkets and prize, only because they don’t feel as you thought they would in yourContinue reading ““Blue of our Minds” – Nayana Nair”
Your severe gaze resounds and echoes the meanness only humans have. But your hands melt at anything you touch so that nothing, even water, is disturbed by your presence in this world. How did you learn make that face that kept people at distance and kept them on their toes. How hard was it roamContinue reading ““Burn the Flowers” – Nayana Nair”
Have you reached that part of your life where the seasons don’t matter, and time doesn’t matter. And the only thing that occupies your mind is you. Because it is the only thing breaking in this perfect world and you know not how to keep this perfect thing going on. The silver moon stays inContinue reading ““Silver Moon” – Nayana Nair”
The sunrise that I always wanted to see slipped out of my hand and eyes once again. Though my heart feared falling asleep, my eyes could not longer bear to stay awake. And I found myself in the only place where I can’t fool myself by smiling hard. As my mind deserted me here, asContinue reading ““Farewell” – Nayana Nair”