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“Experiment” – Nayana Nair

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The unopened letters,
the calls never picked,
the feelings cut as a bud,
the door knocks I chose to ignore-
cover my ground in color of hope.
Hope?
Yes, hope.

Like the messed up experiment
of Schrodinger’s fictional pet,
I continue to see hope
till I keep my heart closed.
Are you still there inside me?
Or are you long gone?

I do not need to know.

The replica of this world,
that exists inside my head-
it will stand, it can endure
as long as I do not know
the answers to such question.

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. When you talk of the ‘cat’ I read this and think of the imagined world that really is there, unless it is not. In the final part it seems you want to close a door, you are not going to question whether the image really exists. What I do read is that nothing here is fantasy and it would be a shame and disappointment if it were. Sometimes I read and feel like the intruder always wanting to knock at your door, then wondering would it all then become a disappointment were you to open it, for then there may never be more to read 🙂 🙂 🙂

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    • Whenever I read about the thought experiment of Schrodinger’s cat, that the cat is half-alive and half-dead till we open the box, and maybe our opening the box ends up deciding the fate of the cat as well. Whenever I read this, I thought how it applies to us and our feelings. The questions we do not ask fearing what the answer might be. The hope we can carry because of this uncertainty.
      There was one quote I had read-
      “At a certain point, I just have to try not to think too much about certain things, or else they’ll break my heart.”
      ― Jonathan Franzen
      (This is one quote that I relate a lot to. You can find my thoughts on this here: https://itrainsinmyheart.wordpress.com/2018/05/10/day-2-quote-challenge/ )

      This somewhat reflects how I or many other people try to go through life – by avoiding things, by avoiding questions that might break them down.
      I have always wondered when faced with the situation that we might have to answer them for the sake of someone else’s peace, how long can we ignore these.
      I think we are all the intruder standing in front of each other’s door.Waiting. And sometime hoping that they don’t answer.

      Your last line had me thinking- “would it all then become a disappointment were you to open it, for then there may never be more to read ”
      I wonder if I didn’t put my feelings and my stories into captivity, would they have struggled so hard to become free. Would they come out as the poems as they do now. I do not have answer for that. It is just a ‘what-if’ scenario that could have thousands of possible result. But it is an interesting thought.
      Really glad that you liked my poem 🙂
      Thank you for your continuous support. Means a lot 🙂 😀

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  2. L’anglais se prête beaucoup mieux à la musicalité de la poésie, un mot hésitant passe beaucoup mieux et tout est mélodieux ici. 🙂

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    • Really glad that you liked my work 🙂
      Thank you so much for your kind words 🙂

      (Vraiment content que tu aies aimé mon travail 🙂
      Merci beaucoup pour ces gentils mots :))

      Reply
  3. There are questions that need not always be answered. This is one is them. Beautiful post!

    Reply

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