when you slipped into my arms
and tried to tell me stories
in your broken language,
when you got all your numbers wrong,
when you touched my face
with your tiny hands,
i almost forgot
that you are not mine.
i shouldn’t have.
Published by Nayana Nair
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 28. Just a person who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I'm interested in all forms of storytelling (though I don't have the talent for it). So I like series, movies, novels, anime, and whatnot. I'm also really passionate about music, psychology, learning languages (I just dream big, too undisciplined to makes any actual progress) and literature. I am overall just a curious person who is interested in all kinds of things, as long as they suit my taste.
I always wanted 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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I have those feelings on my son as well… It is so hard to accept that he is not “mine”… But he isn’t. Never was, never will. And that’s good, even if it hurts, sometimes.
I totally agree with you on that.
We do not know any other way to love. 🙂
Another brilliant one. Loving your poetry!
Thank you so much 🙂 Means a lot 😀
You’re welcome 😊
Thanks for the follow 🙂
Oh God, how heart-wrenching, but an excellent and very poignant poem, Nayana!
Thank you so much 😊 Means a lot to hear that 😊