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.
Published by Nayana Nair
Hi,
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 30. 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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it rains in my heart 
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 🙂 😀