it was once possibleto be a parrot who was a doctorwho sang in a choir of angelswho saved the world from villainswith ridiculously evil funny names. it was easy to speak of wants-a pair of shoes with lightsand a glow in dark radium cello tapeand an army uniform and cream rollsand a tiara with anythingContinue reading ““Glow in dark” – Nayana Nair”
Originally posted on I Write Her:
SMITTEN – This Is What Love Looks Like was released on Kindle today! The print version should go live in the next 48 hours but if you’d like a sneak peek, stop by Amazon! So proud to be a part of this anthology!! Doing the happy dance! 🙂 10/28/19…
In our reflection in the disappearing streamyou look like the golden deerthat I am not supposed to want.The water angels, one of which we might end up eating for dinner tonight,swims into my face, distorting the light in my eyes,splitting my lips, my cheeks, my smile into two,into four, into hundred, into thousand pieces ofContinue reading ““Deer” – Nayana Nair”
When I stand near you,I want to believe that we are standing together.That our hearts being mirror imagesmeans something more.Mirror images…‘Lateral inversion’ they called it, I recall.We feel similar only when facing each other.But when we talk of this world,when we eat from our own broken plates,when we tell each others directions,when we see eachContinue reading ““Inversion” – Nayana Nair”
I try to forget the monster so that I can somehow live.I try to forget the monsteronly to feel myself in his grip,only to see my skin turn into his.I close my eyesand try to forget the monster under my skin.
The light is not enough. I must somehow reach the empty glassesthat hold no memories, no magic.They won’t light up,and all I can do is to learn to live in dark.I need to get rid of all of them.Sure, sitting here in the prison of you,calling it a garden of leftover love is romantic.Sure, learningContinue reading ““Used to this” – Nayana Nair”
I am told I am not wise,that I do not have the intellect that could make anyone swoon over me.I try too hard, put too much effortto be considered worth protecting.I rank even lower on the stats of beauty.I know that since I have found discarded paperswritten by boys-who-will-always-be-boyswho document my plummeting desirability religiously.But sinceContinue reading ““What I Remember (20)” – Nayana Nair”
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
I am Nayana Nair, an engineer and a technical writer who moonlights as an amateur poet on my personal blog (itrainsinmyheart.wordpress.com). Writing for me is a process of self-realization and an effort to understand what is ever elusive. Q. How does being a poet inform your views on expressing emotions through…
Rather than to hate you,or hate myself.I choose to hate this worldfor messing up with your head and my heart.It’s a hatred I have mastered.The only hatred that makes me move forward even if out of spite.