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“Moments with a Cold Sun” – Nayana Nair

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With each day crossed out.
With each dresses, each mask added to the my wardrobe.
With each hand that passed into mine,
with each hand that moved onto the next too easily,
I realized I knew how to dance to this tune
that used to frighten me once.

Another stranger,
another potential lover,
another sun that has already grown cold,
whispers in my ears – words I do understand.

I search for a harmless smile in my bag.
I hang it carefully on my face.
I turn myself into a gift,
into a substitute of love
for this person –
who is dying like me,
waiting like me,
for something, anything
to fill the time left.

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. Harmless smile…

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  2. Smile gives strength and definitely harmless in many ways. Beautiful poem

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  3. The question would arise at some point, are you dancing to your own tune, or could it be you dance to another’s tune, being happy to please because it all seems so easy. I think the key to your poem is “I turn myself into a gift, into a substitute of love”. Isn’t this a recognition that you are then losing sight in the search to find and be yourself? This is a lovely work, one that I enjoy reading because this has such open expression πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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    • I think the point is how we begin to see the failure to find ourselves and be ourselves as our something we are good at. The way we say “this world is cruel, but we know how to survive here, we have learned it’s ways”.
      Many times in life we are valued for providing comfort to others, and we end up believing that we are nothing without this quality. We tire ourselves out, thinking if we care the most, we will be loved one day in return. But that is not how it works out most of the time. We end up losing sight of ourselves as you said. πŸ™‚
      Really glad that you liked my poem πŸ™‚
      Thank you so much πŸ™‚

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