you always gift me red sonnets.
and i always kiss you back,
the color of my lips fading
in front of acts of affection.
i put them on my bed
as i sleep on the floor.
i stir my soaking noodles
with a branch broken
from this bunch.
i bite the sides of my mouth
make myself cry a little bit more.
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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MAGIC WORDS, CHINA
Really glad that you liked it 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂 Glad you liked it 🙂
You’re welcome! ❤
The two verses show a brilliant contrast, both reflecting what appears to be a rejection of love. We are left with the mystery, whether the rejection is of the love of another, or of self-love. The real conundrum is whether a rejection of self-love would, at the same time be an acknowledgment that such love exists within you.
So glad that you noticed that.
Even though we might receive love from someone, we might not be able to return it back. We may appreciate their gesture but know in our heart that we can’t reciprocate their feelings. Sometimes because we don’t feel that way for the person in question and sometimes because we don’t see worthy of their love and fear we can’t live up to their expectations.
Sometimes you summarize and make sense of my words so close to what I wanted to write.
Thank you for paying so much attention to my words 🙂
Really means a lot 🙂