“Anomaly of the Art Class” – Nayana Nair

I row my heart
to the moon you drew,
the one you colored in green
ignoring every reality,
for which you got an D,
for which I lost a part of me.

I no longer hold onto the poems filled with dread-
dread of rejection, of future, of finding myself eventually broken.
I see something that you have left behind in me.
Something that still burns, still lives for a reason.
Something that is much more than an art class with disappointed teacher.
Something that helped me hug back the blue parts of me.

I row my heart
to the moon you drew,
to the world I traced
with my own brave hands.

12 Comments

  1. Pia Majumdar says:

    Beautifully penned, this is beyond words, well penned dear πŸ‘β€οΈ

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot dear for such kind words πŸ™‚ ❀️
      Really glad that you liked my poem πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

      1. Pia Majumdar says:

        My pleasure dear :))

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you πŸ™‚ Means a lot πŸ™‚

      1. PERKY says:

        😊😊

  2. Lovely words and art work. Have a wonderful Christmas holiday. πŸŽ„πŸŽπŸ’šπŸŽ…πŸ’–

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Really glad that you liked it πŸ™‚
      Thank you πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€
      You too have a wonderful Christmas holidays πŸŽ„πŸ’–

  3. i row my heart,
    to the moon you drew,
    to the world i traced with my own brave hands.

    i just loooovvveee this beyond measure.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you so so much dear πŸ™‚
      Really glad that you liked it πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€ Means a lot

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