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“Your Cactus” – Nayana Nair

i never learnt about gardening, nor about patience, nor about caring,
nor about looking after anything that doesn’t speak, doesn’t complain,
doesn’t tell me in plain words how i am terrible, how i mistakes make me
even if those mistakes are not mine.

i wish i was blind, i wish i was mute,
i wish i was the cactus in your bedroom.
i wish i was the books you didn’t read but can’t throw away.
i wish i could stop wanting to be a decoration in your life.
i wish i could stay human and stay in love at the same time.

in my room
i close my eyes, and find myself with you.
it must be dream, i wish it was.
for here you don’t cry because of me,
don’t have to tear yourself up just to be nice to me.
i wish it was a dream
because here i have forgotten to tell you
that i can’t love anything that loves me back.
i wish you stop making my heart ache with your sincerity.
i wish i woke up
before you sacrifice anything more than you already have.

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. :)

13 responses »

  1. I sincerely appreciate your thoughts … as well as your writing talent.

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  2. Cactus have the softest heart… 😉🤗🤗🤗

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  3. That’s a pretty unpleasant message to have taken in

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    • I won’t exactly call it as a lesson that I have taken in. I have certain characters in mind, the ones I read about in novels or the one I see in movies or series (sometime the ones I have met in my life as well). Sometimes they could even be some minor character that people don’t pay much attention to. What I am trying is to recreate is what they must think like. What is the line of reasoning their mind follows. Everyone of us reacts to the same thing in different way. Through writing I want to try to understand the heart of someone who doesn’t think like me. It may not always result in something positive. But then what I aim to achieve is an understanding of their mind, which is also filled with fault. It is not a thinking that I am advocating but rather I am trying to explore how different people, different heart react to this same world. (kind of like an experiment 🙂 )

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  4. Beautiful thoughts penned perfectly!

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  5. Determination is a fundamental gift 😀

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  6. Wonderful thoughts shared and your last line added as golden words to the whole new meaning of the thoughts shared

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