“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 she hailed her taxi,
I tried to count the days it would take
for me to give up too.
I counted the roads that must pass
before we do not have to think
about the depleting years in our hand
and lonely dreams in our diminishing vision.


  1. Singledust says:

    most touching tale. I loved it.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Thank you so much πŸ˜€

  2. alienpoet says:

    We woke up one day,
    She wanted a break, a long one,
    I kept her going away…does it fit anywhere in yours? nicely done

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Yeah it does πŸ™‚
      Thank a lot πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

      1. alienpoet says:


  3. Bill says:

    So deep and rich… love this work! Well done!

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you for such kind words πŸ™‚ Means a lot to me πŸ™‚
      Glad you enjoyed reading it πŸ™‚

      1. Bill says:

        My pleasure! πŸ˜ƒ

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Thanks a lot πŸ™‚

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