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“Words that I must not forget, but I will” – Nayana Nair

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A stranger told me
that I am capable of living better,
if only I throw away my thoughts and assumptions
about what I deserve and what I should not want.

The sun tiptoed around me
stealing a bit of my shadow for every minute
that I stood at the door created by these words.
But I didn’t have the courage to go inside.

So I went back to living my life in the worst ways.
But, for some time I was happy just by thinking
that there exists a door that one day I can open,
that I probably looked more human that I thought.

That in itself was a happiness, a relief
I never thought I could feel-
knowing that the what I had lost was not myself,
but the only heart to face myself, to comfort myself.

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. :)

8 responses »

  1. Beautifully penned, we can shut out too much though. I kind of think it might take another stranger to break down that door with a sledgehammer and drag you outside back into the sun. Lovely poetry and have a lovely day 🙂 🙂

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    • Sometimes that might work 🙂 Other times slowly and steadily we can give a little bit courage to the one who has locked himself inside. We can stand outside their door and listen to them, tell them of all the beautiful things that wait for them outside that door. I image a person who finds such a support and eventually open that door that they once dreaded is more beautiful. They would love themselves more for have freed themselves from their past and fear. That I believe would be true empowerment. To realize what you can do by yourself. But I think that is the hardest to achieve. So I am not sure how practical it is.
      Glad you liked my poem 🙂 Thanks a lot 🙂 😀

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  2. It seems to me that most of us spend so much time thinking we want to change ourselves that we quite often forget there is a large part of us that just does not want to change. Rather, we dream of the world changing to make us happier, while we remain pretty much the same.

    I thought this poem was striking in its theme. Thank you for sharing it!

    Reply
    • I agree with you on that. Many times what we want to change is not necessarily something we really want to change. If could avoid changing it, we would have opted not to change. But anyway, even if we want or not, life ends up changing us for better or worse.
      I am glad that you liked my poem 🙂 Thank you 😀

      Reply

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