Across the street
lived the giants.
The green giants-
who waited for rains to cry,
who waited for the night to speak.
Thankfully the windows
in my temporary home
were small and few.
Thankfully it was always cold,
that awful cold
that makes you want to sleep
for a long long time.
So I slept and slept.
I ate whatever my mother cooked.
I waited for her to tell me
what I am to do with my life.
While the kids I never spoke to,
went into the home of giants
to put them on fire,
I slept and cried in my dreams.
Because tears on my real skin
would make this sadness more real.
Real sadness demands reasons and explanation.
Real sadness demands proofs.
to stand among them-
the ones who have learnt
how to live and die quietly,
to forgive easily.
I waited for the day
I would grow roots,
the day when I could smile
at my falling leaves.
I waited for the day
I could become one of them
and not the cruel outsider that I am now.
Published by Nayana Nair
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 28. Just a person who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I'm interested in all forms of storytelling (though I don't have the talent for it). So I like series, movies, novels, anime, and whatnot. I'm also really passionate about music, psychology, learning languages (I just dream big, too undisciplined to makes any actual progress) and literature. I am overall just a curious person who is interested in all kinds of things, as long as they suit my taste.
I always wanted 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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A Poignant poem of solitude and growth, fear and strength. I am sure your compassion for the green giants will make your own roots strong 💚
I am really glad that you liked my poem 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂 Means a lot 🙂
You are most welcome
You have set down strong roots with your poems.
An outsider no more.
Really glad that you liked it 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂
Although I struggle with the sadness of your solitude I would like to say that this is one of the best pieces you have written in a while. I like all your work, but when you capture your thoughts within an image, as you have in this piece, the words take on extra power. Exploring using such images can be a way of discovering new things about yourself. So even if I do not like sadness (actually tales of lost love are the hardest to read) I rejoice in being able to read your works. So continue with your quill and scribe some more beauty in words. 🙂 🙂
It really means a lot to me to know that you have liked my works even though you don’t generally like to read sad stuff. As most of my work is kind of really really really sad. Thank you for still liking my work 🙂
Thank you for all your beautiful and thoughtful comments and your support 🙂 Means a lot 🙂
Some write because they are talented, others write to express feelings, you show both in your work which is why I follow you. I must away to my work now. Keep posting 🙂