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“What I Remember (16)” – Nayana Nair

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and me

and the me that i was, that you hated once, but not as much what i am right now

and your rough sketch of me that looks like bits and pieces of your past lovers

and your ticking clock, both waiting for me to change

and you habit of making me wait, of walking out on me

and your empty seat that you have already forgotten

with your air of arrogance that i pretend not to see for the sake of loving you

and your smile that sometimes (most of the times) have nothing to do with me

and your calls out of blue, calling me love, calling me heartless, throwing me away and calling me back,

and your words, your voice always asking for more

and your insistence of loving in past and hating in present

and your love that wants never to be associated with me

and your cruelty of always forgetting (only) me, forgetting the hurt you cause

asking me to love you back in spite of all, asking me to speak only in sweet words, never asking me how i made it through the pain you gave me last time, never wondering what do i want out of this love, that has no place for me

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. :)

11 responses »

  1. It’s a bit sickening to realize that in a world of more than seven billion people a poem of this quality is so easily overlooked. But what’s to be done about it? There is no longer room enough in the school textbooks for all the world’s great literature. Still, this poem deserves a place.

    Two lines in particular struck me.

    “… bits and pieces of your past lovers”.

    From what I’ve seen, you’re very much aware of how people fail to see who they are with.

    “…your insistence of loving in past and hating in present”

    This is such a mark of emotional dependency. At least in my experience it is.

    Nearly every line strikes me, but those two especially.

  2. I think getting out of this “Love” would be a good thing!

  3. Kind of makes me think that time comes when you simply need to dispense with the ‘you’ and let the wishes and desires of the ‘me’ come to the fore. 🙂

    • True. Sometimes certain relationships can exhaust you, especially because you are trying so hard for it to work. The romantic idea of giving up oneself for the sake of love seems so tough in practice. One wonders what is this true love that we expect from each other, for which we try to change each other. I imagine sometimes that maybe ‘you’ also expects things from ‘me’, that this ‘you’ might be living a different life of disappointment.

      • Reality and romance can be very different 🙂 In my case the ‘you’ has no time to live a different like of disappointment (I might explain that one day!!!). I not only like reading your work but also have great respect for thinking out replies to comments. That shows a lot of potential for a writer 🙂

      • Thank you 🙂 😀 Means a lot 🙂

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