the river behind me
is filled with regret
of swallowing the sun
that she once claimed to love.
she is like me,
so i thought she’d understand.
but she holds my hands,
refuses to give me up
when i try to find out
how much I can be filled.
she fears my temperament
and the dangerous things
i incessantly wish for.
i want to tell her
that my heart is too heavy,
that her kindness is only causing me pain,
that bleeding a bit won’t kill me,
that words won’t save me.
that her embrace would only become
my next hope, my next wound.
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Hi,
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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it rains in my heart 
I feel the struggle of not wishing to get close.. I understand that in accepting, there is then the feeling of being obligated? When we give a gift even if only kindness, those that are the givers should require nothing back in return.. And those who receive should should just accept the kindness given.. Because to think there are reasons behind the giving, then makes the receiver feel like a victim .. And I would think maybe that is the reason why there is this distrust.. Because the receiver has been a victim and wounded many times..
A remarkable poem that runs deep into our behaviours.. And why we often self sabotage ourselves from accepting Love and Kindness. ❤
I agree. In this world, after being a victim of calculated kindness and conditional kindness, our hearts become cautious of any form of kindness. And even though we want to believe that goodness is there in the world, but accepting it is difficult because we don’t want to be more disappointed again.
I am really glad that you could feel and understand the intention behind my words 🙂 Really glad that you liked my poem
Thank you so much dear
Love ❤
You are very welcome 🤗💕
Nice poetry. Well expressed!
Thank you 🙂
You’re welcome
Beautifully written, as usual. Sometimes, it’s so hard to accept kindness and when people want to help!
Really glad that you liked it dear 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂
It would be so good, if one day the world become a place where we do not have to be wary of kindness and love.
Yes, that would be magical.
This is heartbreakingly gorgeous Nayana 🙂 Loved it truly.
Thanks a lot dear 🙂
Really glad that you liked my work. Means a lot 🙂 😀
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👓 😇 A BEAUTIFUL WORK CAN HELP US TO MITIGATE AND CUSHION OUR PITY.
Really glad that you liked my poem 🙂
Thank you so much for such kind words 😀
Have a nice day!
Dear Nayana. You’re so welcome. The merit is yours. Congrats ! 💖
Since much of your poetry uses a similar theme of relationships, have you ever thought about putting the poem plots together and write a novel? It might work.
Though it might work. But I am not sure, I am ready to commit to write a novel. I think I have a long way to go before I can find value in my own work, to even get the courage to to attempt something like that.
But I am thankful that you have such confidence in my work 🙂 Thanks a lot 🙂