My grief has my face.
My grief has only questions in her eyes-
questions that require me to cry
and accept the cruel face of the love I have got.
My grief instead gets my silent embrace,
my refusal to choose better, for her sake or mine.
My grief has my face
and my heart that only knows defeat
and only in defeat has found comfort of love that cannot live in me.
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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’m so impressed with your heart’s work here. I will come back and read more.
Thank you much 🙂
Really glad that you liked my work 🙂 😀
Brilliant
Thank you so much dear 🙂 Means a lot 🙂
Do not forget I will want you for the next project my friend – the Indian Poets Anthology – for SURE xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sure dear. Will try to do my best to contribute for the anthology. Once again thanks a lot for considering my work. 🙂
Tagged you on FB land about it xx