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“I Close Another Window” – Nayana Nair

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i close the window that must be closed
a hope that must be dropped.
the flame of love, the hand that holds me,
scalds me, takes me to new places,
makes me sit under a trees
with another unusual bright fruits,
asks me to cry like i did before,
paints me, calls me beautiful,
feeds me compliments, but just enough
that my tears won’t dry.
leaves me in lonely rooms of a rundown hotels
with the promises of tomorrow,
another town, another tear to paint.
as he disappears at the end of the street,
i close the window that must be closed,
a hope that must be dropped.

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. :)

7 responses »

  1. blindzanygirl

    This is so beautiful but so sad. I felt this one deeply

  2. Ouch! May I ask if this is autobiographical, Nayana? It seems too moving and detailed not to be — but then some folks have excellent imaginations! Me, I need to write from experience.

    People in the circumstances described in your poem are most often better off cutting ties, but I have seldom known that to be easy and painless. Some times, it’s even like an amputation without anesthesia.

    • It is not exactly autobiographical. I try to make my work as less autobiographical as possible.
      Most of my work comes my interpretations of people around me, their lives, the characters I see in stories, in movies, in books. I try to put myself in their shoes and try to imagine what it must be like. Obviously my imagination is limited my what I have I have experienced, so I can’t say there is no part of me in my work.
      So in short, what I write is how I would feel or react if I was placed some other life. Almost like writing a alternate universe fiction. 🙂
      I have written autobiographical poems. All the poems with title “What I Remember” on this blog are totally autobiographical.
      You can check them out if you find time.

      • Ah! that makes a lot of sense! Sounds like a good way to do things, too.

        I have made a note to check out your poems when I get the time. In fact, I have the time to check out one or two right now.

      • Thank you so much for taking out so much time to read my work 🙂 Means a lot to me 🙂
        Thank you for leaving such wonderful comments as well 🙂

      • My pleasure! Honestly, you’re a “discovery”! A whole lot of fun getting to know even a little bit about you.

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