The nights are not that painful anymore
whatever grows in me
is evergreen.
It has no care for lack of light in this world,
no care for years filled with question marks.
Unlike me,
it has no fear to be eaten up or extinguished.
Unlike me. It is so unlike me,
that I can rely on it to keep me floating
even my hands refuse to help me live.
I used to believe that it is love,
it is hope that keeps me afloat.
But I no longer have a name for it,
since love and hope have abandoned me
and yet I float.
And yet I float.
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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. :)
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Loved these lines “The nights are not that painful anymore
whatever grows in me
is evergreen.”
More great poems to go
quite moving, this one!
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Thank you 🙂 😀 Glad you liked it 🙂
You can self-reflect too much in writing, then it is hard to change the theme. You do float, maybe the question is more why than how. I look at the self-reflection in your last few posts and, please don’t be offended, but I kind of asked myself the question ‘I wonder if she is ticklish?’ I would love to see how you write with joy and finding a carefree side 🙂
I not at all offended 🙂 Do not worry.
I do have too many moments of happiness and I think in real life I am more carefree than my poems might portray me to be.
I know the amount of sad stuff I write must make make me sound me like a really depressed person, but I am not. It is just that I naturally I am attracted towards the darker emotions in my writing. I think the theme I want to write and am writing is the vulnerability – which tends to be a bit sad.
A happy piece of writing…hmm…maybe one day. I think I may have written one or two, but can’t find them under the pile of my other work 🙂 One day probably I will try to create a lighter and brighter work 🙂
Glad you liked my poem 🙂 Thank you 🙂