“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.


  1. sometimes you may wonder why so much people rest under your green leaves !!

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      such a sweet thought πŸ™‚ ❀️

      1. 😊😊❀️

  2. mvadi says:

    Love love love your poetry soooo much!!! ❀️

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Really glad that you like my work πŸ™‚
      Means a lot. Thank you so much! πŸ˜€

      1. mvadi says:

        The pleasure is all mine! πŸ™‚

  3. 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. Nayana Nair says:

      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. πŸ™‚ Means a lot ❀

  4. Agyani says:

    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. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you for such positive and encouraging words πŸ™‚ Means a lot πŸ™‚

  5. Over Soil says:

    Maybe there is less at the root tips, as you take it all into your heart?

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      That’s a really sweet way to look at things πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

      1. Over Soil says:

        and come on now you know it rings true.

      2. Nayana Nair says:

        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. πŸ™‚ (as you might or might not have noticed from all my sad sad poems :))

      3. Over Soil says:

        Sadness is as temporary as happiness, to balance on the tight rope of life is to embrace the wobble of the rope with both hands and keep going.

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