You are a thorn in my heart that only hurts, that only digs deeper when in rare moments I find my way to doors in my life that can’t be opened now and I stand helplessly in front of you whom I no longer love. When you utter the same words but they sound differentContinue reading ““Thorn” – Nayana Nair”
The birds in my dreams- they never sing, they never sang. Their wings are caught up in a sorrow they can never understand.
I do not want to continue this- to harbor, carry around, give voice to feelings of sympathy that can never be more than words. After I have said all the right things and you have given the correct response, we feel we have done everything we can that a good person must do to saveContinue reading ““Leftover” – Nayana Nair”
The tree I grew on, the frozen giant I wrapped myself around has lost its strength, its life to keep someone like me alive. Can I say it has given up its life for me when I am the one that stuck to it first, when I am the one that steals what I cannotContinue reading ““Steal” – Nayana Nair”
Let me crib. Let me complain and let me regret it, and say again and again that I never meant a word that you found mean. I am unusually irresponsible. I have a ledger filled with all that I must truly care for. I only forget to look at it and act on it. EvenContinue reading ““Crib and Complain” – Nayana Nair”
There are so many things that I can’t be bothered with, all the things I must do eventually. I hope it is same for you. Because all the time I have created, all the cares I have swept under the rug all that- I plan to waste with you. I hope you are not tooContinue reading ““Postpone” – Nayana Nair”
Now that we are past the point to be bothered and entertained with petty things, and have moved on to greater ambitions or heavier slogans. The more dense our propaganda become, the more we argue over the future we envision for people who we assume to be clueless about the perils that live among them-Continue reading ““Driving Towards Chaos” – Nayana Nair”
I would have called out your name, if I was sure my voice won’t reach you.
So much of what I have and what I like becomes a statement of who I am, that now before liking anything new I am looking only at my own collage and where it fit in there. There is too little space and too many eyes. I am too small to take in all thisContinue reading ““Better Ways” – Nayana Nair”
Every few days I feel the urge to get out of this house that feels so full of myself. Guilt of a comfortable life forces me out, so I take a stroll through supermarket. I wish I said that I went to a park but I didn’t. But I do remember going there once orContinue reading ““Where I Stop” – Nayana Nair”