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“Tiptoe” – Nayana Nair

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the ones we sign our valentine cards to,
the ones we tie ourselves to for life
wait for us to die (or some form of death) to become free.
their heart is full of love – only not for us.

they tiptoe at night to bury their crimes
and demand honesty only when it suits
what they have in their mind.

so even when we ask,
“why did you break me like this
when I loved you so?”

they say, “there are no proofs in stories like these,
where everyone claims to be wronged.
there are no daggers, only words,
which are conveniently easy to forget
or edit if enough years pass.
anyway no one remembers that well,
one can always hear things wrong.”

so we go back to sleep,
get fine with living blind.
tell our self it is fine
as long as we are together,
when “together” is not what we want.

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. :)

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  1. It seems to me that you are examing the concept of being together, how meaningless it might seem. Gifts as a superficial element carrying no depth without meaning, almost the same as clicking on ‘like’ before a piece of poetry has been read, avoiding the requirements to look at the depth and in so doing missing out on the beauty of a work. That moment when ‘together’ actually means drifting apart, ‘we go to church together (because that is the image)’ but really two separate people have re-emerged but there is no admission. There is a real sadness that you finish with, ‘when “together” is not what we want’. Lives becoming stagnant for lack of wanting to alter the together they have. Your work never disappoints πŸ™‚

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    • What you have said describes the exact feelings I had in mind while I wrote this poem. “Together” sounds good, “together” might have been our hope and dream once. But there are “together” that have no depth, that becomes a shackle. But we have grown up hearing that this is what we must want, and we end up thinking that it must be a problem with us and not the situation. Something similar to being alone in a crowd I guess.
      Really glad that you liked it πŸ™‚ Thank you πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

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  2. I can really feel the emotion in this piece. You have a real talent for that!

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  3. Jeeeeesus! I thought you where talking about me, with great description I should add and very well written, but I thought it was meeeee!
    Not really, great read as always.
    I liked very much the second to last paraphrase that you put in quotes.

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    • I am really glad that you found this poem relatable. I think for me it is a big compliment, when people find or see themselves in my poem. That’s something I put all my effort towards.
      So it really means a lot πŸ™‚
      Thank you so much πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

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  4. Very well written!!! Your writing comes from the heart.

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