“my dying love for lemonades and other similar things” – Nayana Nair

In my wardrobe
I have hidden skeletons of you and me
from last year, from the year before,
even the year that never was (as per your memory).

When my head aches from the mention of all the light
I am supposed to see in life

(according to the countless articles on positive thinking),

when I have had enough, but can’t mention it
on the face of well-meaning people

(the handbook of gratitude tells me I should forgive
everything that is done by well meaning folks-
I mean EVERYTHING, have you heard anything more preposterous)

when all the scenarios I used to complain about
become my best case scenario

(it feels like every inch in my home
is occupied with people that I am told not to hate
phew! - you know how forgiveness is not exactly my thing)

when I fail at acting fine, as you taught me to-

I sit among those skeletons
have no care about being with the clothes
that they will never get to wear,
who don’t have a heart to be ruined by.

I try to find comfort
in the thought, in the fact
that an year from now
I will be here,
that I will be the part
that dies by the next spring.

I won’t have to live on to become the part of me
that would hate lemonades, love and laughs.


  1. Clever post – really liked this.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you so much πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€
      Really glad that you liked it πŸ™‚

  2. charlypriest says:

    As always nice poetry and nice message.
    P.S. IΒ΄m the one in your wardrobe, so hide me. Or we can be together, that is another one

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Everyone is welcome to hide in this wardrobe πŸ™‚
      Glad you liked my poem πŸ™‚
      Thank you so much πŸ™‚

      1. charlypriest says:

        My pleasure reading, thatΒ΄s for sure.

  3. I particularly like the struggle in the first part, many could identify with that part. We are constantly being told what we should think and every cell in our bodies wants to cry out and scream that ‘you don’t understand, the whole point is you cannot make me think differently’. The last part, finding comfort still leaves the reader wondering, will the poet succeed or maybe they cannot change, or should not change. Nice words, well written πŸ™‚

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      I think the issue in general people are so stuck up on their beliefs, their own manual to live life and refuse the things they can’t understand be what it is. We all live a very different life, even if we have similar life or similar condition, out sensitivity, the things we hold dear vary greatly. So no ideal way to live life suits all. All we can do is try to believe that everyone trying their best to live the life that they have been given.
      The last part…I think that when we are faced with these words, telling us how we are doing it all wrong, about the things we should change- a part of us tried really hard to stick to it’s own identity while the other part tries to conform to these rules in hope of finding that happiness/peace that they otherwise cannot seem to be getting near. Whatever we choose, we end up throwing away, killing a part of us.
      Really glad that you liked it πŸ™‚
      Thank you so much πŸ™‚

  4. etiliyle says:


    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you so much πŸ’“ πŸ™‚

  5. blindzanygirl says:

    Absolutely BRILLIANT Nayana. And my sentiments EXACTLY. Love this one.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Really glad that you liked it dear and that you found it relatable πŸ™‚ Means a lot πŸ™‚

      Thank you so much πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

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