the doll with black buttons eyes – i can be that,
if you also don’t mind being one.
we can sit under the shade of broken wooden chair.
we can call this air-conditioned room our world.
the ring on your finger will longer fit you,
these bruises will finally leave your life.
we can wear dresses that carry no scent of rain.
and we will stay forever as girls without love,
girls without heartaches to cure.
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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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This is such a sweet poem, although I am not sure “sweet” is the perfect word for it.
‘Sweet’ is an adjective I rarely get to hear about my poems 🙂 So let’s stick to that even if it not the perfect word 😀
Glad that you liked my poem. Thanks Paul 🙂 😀
I like the word “sweet”, as well. It seems to be a cry out from something that happened in the past. Beautiful poem.
Really glad that you liked. Thank you so much for your kind words 🙂 😀