“Adequate” – Nayana Nair

We live in different fragments of this broken world. Soon we will forget each other, like we are forgetting the worlds where we don’t belong. Soon we will only speak the language that the other won’t understand. Have you become acceptable in the eyes of your neighbour? Do you feel adequate? I hope so, itContinue reading ““Adequate” – Nayana Nair”

“Absolutes” – Nayana Nair

From my grip I lose yet another word- now alien to my lips and life. From the corner of my eyes, I watch it die the same death as me. Now the stories I told myself have become a little more unreasonable, when the words and ideas that I took as absolute turned out toContinue reading ““Absolutes” – Nayana Nair”

“Defeated Packets” – Nayana Nair

While you read my words and said, “How strange is this world!” Sunlight rushed in, to hold a strand of your hair, fell on these pages and cried out like a child, hurt that it could not have you. I smiled to myself knowing what you meant. These words of mine reminded you of theContinue reading ““Defeated Packets” – Nayana Nair”

“Boundary” – Nayana Nair

How long will my broken heart cling to your skin knowing that the boundaries of reality and happiness are drawn where we meet. How long can we stand on either side of this fate that we are afraid of, that we are drawn to in spite of our fear.

“No Plans” – Nayana Nair

She looks at the clock. The time tells in 4 hours her husband has to leave, she woke up too soon. She wakes up and looks at the clock again. In 20 minutes he will need his daily tea, he sounds bitter all day if it is not the first thing he sees. She willContinue reading ““No Plans” – Nayana Nair”

“Count the Roads” – Nayana Nair

I didn’t see her pack her bag but I knew it was definitely hers, from the way she could drag it with such an ease. The same ease with which she dragged most things in her life. Her face twisted and moved till it found that smile that said, “Ignore me, I’m happy”. As sheContinue reading ““Count the Roads” – Nayana Nair”

“Missing and wanting what lies forgotten” – Nayana Nair

For long I have lived avoiding a lot in life. The sting of disappointment. The pointless chatter that becomes noise, laughter, a habit. A lovely company. The colors that didn’t suit me, colors that I loved just the same. But now I miss the life in my heart and the pain that made skies andContinue reading ““Missing and wanting what lies forgotten” – Nayana Nair”

“Crimson”- Nayana Nair

As they laughed, I would see myself laugh at the things that I didn’t really understand. I only understood the crismson lines that were ready to snap under my skin any moment I decided to pull myself out from the trance that my hope had me in. The hope that maybe breathing the same airContinue reading ““Crimson”- Nayana Nair”