“Whale Songs” – Nayana Nair


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 barter with life,
even if I am ready to embrace
loneliness for the sake of peace.
In my dreams, filled with whale songs,
there are sorrows
of lives I have cut off myself from.
But I am not someone
who can save people from themselves.
I have no choice but to burn
the letters,
the newspapers,
to keep myself warm and alive.


    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Glad you liked it 🙂 Thank you 🙂

  1. puzzleblume says:

    This is a way of thinking I find my younger self in, cocooning because the contact with all of the world hurts. Very well written, Nayana.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      I am glad you could relate with my poem 🙂
      Thank you for your kind words 🙂 😀

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