“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 air as them
would help me get rid of what I am.


  1. efge63 says:

    Why your words hide so sadness?????????

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      I want to write about happy things, but my pen is more used to sadness I guess 🙂 😀

      1. efge63 says:

        That is the material or poets ……

        Kisses !!!!!!

      2. efge63 says:

        so you want to be a writer?

        Charles Bukowski, 1920 – 1994

        if it doesn’t come bursting out of you

        in spite of everything,

        don’t do it.

        unless it comes unasked out of your

        heart and your mind and your mouth

        and your gut,

        don’t do it.

        if you have to sit for hours

        staring at your computer screen

        or hunched over your


        searching for words,

        don’t do it.

        if you’re doing it for money or


        don’t do it.

        if you’re doing it because you want

        women in your bed,

        don’t do it.

        if you have to sit there and

        rewrite it again and again,

        don’t do it.

        if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,

        don’t do it.

        if you’re trying to write like somebody


        forget about it.

        if you have to wait for it to roar out of


        then wait patiently.

        if it never does roar out of you,

        do something else.

        if you first have to read it to your wife

        or your girlfriend or your boyfriend

        or your parents or to anybody at all,

        you’re not ready.

        don’t be like so many writers,

        don’t be like so many thousands of

        people who call themselves writers,

        don’t be dull and boring and

        pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-


        the libraries of the world have

        yawned themselves to


        over your kind.

        don’t add to that.

        don’t do it.

        unless it comes out of

        your soul like a rocket,

        unless being still would

        drive you to madness or

        suicide or murder,

        don’t do it.

        unless the sun inside you is

        burning your gut,

        don’t do it.

        when it is truly time,

        and if you have been chosen,

        it will do it by

        itself and it will keep on doing it

        until you die or it dies in you.

        there is no other way.

        and there never was.

      3. Nayana Nair says:

        Wow, that was a really inspiring poem!!
        Thanks for sharing 🙂
        I am not sure whether I want writing as a profession. I just feel like writing all the time. I want to see how I grow in my writing. I want my words to be company to people who need it, like the many words that saved me in my life. But being a writer is such a huge thing, that I am not sure if I am even worthy of having that dream.
        I think I just want to read more, write more, listen to more songs and know more stories.

      4. efge63 says:

        I admire you because you are very young and have a rare quality for your age!!!

        Keep writting !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      5. Nayana Nair says:

        Thanks you so much for your words of encouragement 🙂
        Really means a lot to me 🙂 😀

      6. efge63 says:

        Ιt’s true !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      7. efge63 says:

        Of … sorry !!

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