RSS Feed

“What have my eyes lost sight of ?” – Nayana Nair

As I sing your praise
I end up recalling
how I used to look at you
as if you could save me.
But now we stare at each other
while my life remains what it is.
I don’t call it a mess now,
to get some sympathy out of you,
to get a miracle out of you.
I don’t call it a blessing
just so that you would know
that I appreciate what you gave me
and hope to get a little bit more.

One song, one hymn after another.
I play at the seams of my skirt.
I pick at the skin that I once was.
“is this how we lose ourselves?”,
I want to ask you.
“is this we become who we are,
by cracking and crumbling invisibly,
the moment to mourn-lost forever,
the innumerable funerals no one grieved at,
is this why growing up is painful for all?”.

Instead of prayers
I come to you with only questions.
Instead of your forgiveness
I end up asking your understanding
for what I have done and what I have become.

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. :)

9 responses »

  1. So sad Nayana. There are some wonderful phrases in this poem. Like β€œinnumerable funerals no one grieved at.” That says so much. Lots of love to you Nayana.

    Reply
    • Thank you dear. I am glad that you noticed those lines. (That line made me sad even as I wrote them 😦 ) Means a lot. πŸ™‚
      Lots of love to you as well dear πŸ™‚

      Reply
      • Yes, the line made me feel sad too, as it reminded me of so many things. Bless you Nayana.

  2. indeed we pray for an assessment, forgiveness is sought for by the ones who are sure what they have done or become.

    Reply
    • True. You have put in words that so beautifully. I had this vague feeling, which you could point out for what it is.
      I wonder if those who are not certain of who they are, whether they are looking for the certainty or do they fear it.

      Reply
      • I am glad I made sense. As for the uncertain, I join you in wondering.
        On a different note, fear manifests itself by finding reasons to reinforce it, that certainty it seeks when the proverbial horror story heroine enters the dark room against all logic.

      • “fear manifests itself by finding reasons to reinforce it”- beautiful thought. I think that is so true. But as you said, against all the facts, all out previous experience, the proverbial horror story heroine at some points decided to enter the dark room. πŸ™‚

      • Yeah my advice to Nayana is be the heroine but stay away from those rooms, you may find strange things like ESP in one πŸ™‚

      • he he πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€
        will remember you advice πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss

Welcome to the Anglo Swiss World

Darlene Foster's Blog

dreamer of dreams, teller of tales

Andrew's View of the Week

Andrew's view of the world in poetry, prose, and picture

Deep Souldiving

soul journey, breathing, growing, healing

365 dni w obiektywie LG/Samsunga

365 days a lens LG/Samsung

The Phoblography

A Post a Day since 2nd May 2019 - All pictures posted are taken by Dave Bignell

words less spoken

Gen X’er chronicles the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment through poetry, creative writing, art, photography, and culture.

Andreas Blaustein

"Inspiring quote to express my individuality."

TJ Darby's Ale 81 Inn

An eclectic collection of trivia, musings and free range lunacy

Rusted Honey

Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry

Learning to write

Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV

Self-Inflicted Drama

Stories of wanderlust, adventure and occasional disaster.

Bullroarin's Blog

Art is the Struggle to Understand

A Frank Angle

Thoughts from the Inner Mind

Plying Through Life

Travel Stories and Other Adventures

treesshrubs's Blog

exploring expressing creating

Sas-Oki Soaps

notes from the shed

%d bloggers like this: