“Remaining Life” – Nayana Nair

Hand me back my fear.
Remove all signs of caution.
Anyway, I am dying slowly.
I don’t want to know more.
I don’t want to know better.
Come into my mind.
Here there is no better.
There are only picture frames that do not break
even when they have lost the images they lived for.
It is not the persisting lack in me that makes me feel hollow.
It is the life remaining in my dying organs,
all the reasons that I have for living,
my willingness to invent a reason if needed.
All the substance that hides my lacking
highlights the vacancy in me.

7 Comments

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you so much ๐Ÿ˜Š

  1. Just wow how beautifully and deeply you describe this!

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Glad that you liked it ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you, means a lot ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. You are very welcome ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot for the reblog ๐Ÿ™‚

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