He tries to mould his tongue and his lips
so he can speak his words her way,
so he can speak his own name as she used to.
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Hi,
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 28. Just a person who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I'm interested in all forms of storytelling (though I don't have the talent for it). So I like series, movies, novels, anime, and whatnot. I'm also really passionate about music, psychology, learning languages (I just dream big, too undisciplined to makes any actual progress) and literature. I am overall just a curious person who is interested in all kinds of things, as long as they suit my taste.
I always wanted 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. :)
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it rains in my heart 
Short, but distinct in what is being conveyed; the sentiment and even imagery are apparent. Great work.
Glad you liked it 🙂
Thank you 🙂 😀
This speaks volumes in such few words !
Absolutely loved this
So glad you liked it 🙂
Thanks a lot 🙂
My pleasure 🙂
He speaks
Not through word
But through touch
To be heard
In your bed
For he seeks
So much
That cannot
Be said
Oh that’s a nice one…☺️
Very nicely done! Very fresh, re.
Thanks a lot yaar 🙂
Welcome!