
I am tempted to walk into the night
and look for you
who has always stood
on the other side of my fear,
waiting for me everyday,
carrying a flower of hundred petals
petals that wither one by one
like the clock that marks days not hours,
days that otherwise would have been too long
if something didn’t tell us
again and again
that not much time has passed
and not much time is left.
Though by the waters of sorrow
that reach till my chest,
I can tell that it would be too late
and too futile
even if we meet now,
when all the happiness
that we came with has been spent
by our imprudent youth.
But still even if it is late
I want to come to you,
Even if I am broken
I want to be yours.
Even if for a day.
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About Nayana Nair
Hi,
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 25. Just a crazy girl who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I like to talk about everything...mostly..every conversation of mine turns into a monologue....
So I decided I should start writing a blog..rather than chat....
I'm very much passionate about music, psychology and literature....
Moderate interest in science.....
I always want 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. :)
Beautiful π
Glad you liked it π
Thank you π π
nice poem π you must be living all these poems?
Thank you dear π
I am not really living all of my poems. Half of them are images that come to my mind, that I imagine that I try to expand on in terms of words. Other half are based on my analysis of a particular character in a book or novel, or trying to put my own emotions and view on a topic that I might have read about.
Only 2% of work is autobiographical.
I don’t like to write about my own life. π
Mostly all this sadness is what I have imagined up. But I can imagine this sadness because at some point I have tasted this sadness maybe in different doses than what I write in.
Although difficult times in my life help me understand and translate the concept I am imagining, but they are not at all about me.
acha h..you are only living 2% of your work..i am happy π