“Upended” – Nayana Nair

i wonder
why i was born so,
with so many roots,
roots that find
only emptiness
at the end of their tips.

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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. :)


  1. When a plant does not fair well in a particular area in my garden, I’ve found that replanting it in a different location can make all the difference in its growth and well-being. Perhaps, you need to pull up your roots and move on to newer fields ❤

    1. True. Maybe like plants, we are just stuck with wrong soil, looking at the wrong places. I guess all we can do is not to be too tough on ourselves till we find that field where we find the feeling of belonging.
      Thank you for your kind words of support. 🙂 Means a lot ❤

  2. Don’t let the roots stop, for they will find something of value. The one with many roots can find numerous treasures spread far and wide, and the tree will bloom with surreal beauty. In a bid to see this tree in its splendid glory, I water the roots here, so that they may never despair. 😊😊

      1. Yeah I know it does.
        I didn’t mean it in a sarcastic way as well. Such sweet outlook is something I envy you for. It is in fact a more balanced and positive way to look at this world. Something that takes lot of effort for me to do. 🙂 (as you might or might not have noticed from all my sad sad poems :))

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