My hope is a concept,
a word,
lost and forgotten
on pages stuck together.
An absence that goes unnoticed
as the absence of the voice
who turns them,
and burns them,
and burn along with them.
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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. :)
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So much critical of yourself 🙂 life is fleeting and what you call is “who turns them, and burns them, and burn along with them”…is your art of living 🙂 🙂
It is not exactly being critical. And it is not necessarily about me. I am just trying to capture a mood that I think everyone must pass through at some point in life. We cannot get rid of what we feel only because they seem critical. Even in sadness there is a beauty, only if you see beyond the pain. And we can only do that when the pain has passed and when we grow up, we can only see that when we look back. At least that is what I think.