“Map” – Nayana Nair


I lose memory of the nights
when you crept up the walls of my life.
When you planted the seeds of doubt
and made my each step wary
and my words full of fear.
One day I woke up knowing
that I was not me, but you.
I was living the second chance of your life.
I could no longer make the decisions
that I want to make.
I just had to stay clear
of all your mistakes.
That was my map.
Everything else,
even me,
seemed hazy and inconsequential
in front of your plans.
But how long can we bear
the weight that no one put on us,
that we stole from their stories and silent sobs.
How much of our life is ours?


  1. Oh this is such truthful and beautiful to me!

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot πŸ™‚ That means a lot to me πŸ™‚

      1. You are very welcome πŸ™‚ I really enjoy reading your poems and will try to get to most of them.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Glad you like it πŸ™‚
      Thanks a lot πŸ˜€

  2. Wow nicely written, Nayana πŸ˜€πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€πŸ˜€
    What exactly inspires you to write these type poems Nayana

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Thanks πŸ™‚
      What inspires me….is life…of mine and others πŸ™‚

  3. universe fireflie says:

    honestly, this one struck my heart!
    there are some people who u r so attached to that… u literally just become their opinions of u.
    i mean that is how i interpret the poem

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Yeah it is approximately around what you have interpreted.
      (The best thing I like about poems is how they can so many different meanings πŸ™‚ )

      1. universe fireflie says:

        same. interpretations r sooo interesting

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