The sounds long dead and are born again
as the crack appears in time
and you walk into these arms
swallowing the sun,
swallowing the world,
leaving just us,
looking at your memory passing me by.
Published by Nayana Nair
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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So beautiful! Well done!
Thanks a lot 😁
Glad you liked it.☺️
Beautiful! And this picture reminded me of childhood when i used to play with the dust particles highlighted by the ray of sunlight falling inside room!
Thank you 🙂
(had the exact same thought when I saw that picture 🙂 )
Haha i can understand that! 😄 it was so engrossing that activity!! Much more than today’s video games 😃
This is an elegant and moving poem! Immediately puts one’s heart in tune with the feelings you portray!
Thanks a lot 🙂
So glad you liked it 🙂
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come enjoy – JUST US – a poem of yearning and remembrance.
Thanks a lot for the reblog. 🙂
You are so very welcome!!!
Beautiful my friend!
Glad you liked it 🙂