“Pamphlets” – Nayana Nair

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In the age of breaking,
all my classmates
swarmed to the dead pools in summer.
They ironed their skin with the heat I couldn’t bear.
With a smudged color on their lips,
their never resting pupils,
the pamphlets of their anxious laughter
that they passed to each other,
the crumpled remains they walked upon
they looked like imitations of greek statues
and love stories gone wrong.
They looked like people who joke about drowning and dying
and the love that killed them in their sleep.
“They are too young to know about love and pain”
someone said on TV,
even as we built an ugliest everlasting fire
out of the promises the world couldn’t keep.

10 Comments

  1. Athira says:

    Nayana, I was following you before but just now notified that it was unfollowed๐Ÿค”

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Oh ๐Ÿ˜ฆ You know it happens a lot to me as well…maybe some issue with WordPress only…because I would be sure I was following a certain person and then after few updates , there will be no new notification. And the next time I visit that blog it will still give the option of following that blogger.
      But very glad to hear from you dear ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€

      1. Athira says:

        Yes Nayana, same is happening here as well

    2. Nayana Nair says:

      Happy New Year ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€

      1. Athira says:

        Thanks a lot Nayana..Happy 2021

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€

      1. Athira says:

        With pleasure๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

  2. Hard to choose one favorite line but I’ll go with , out of the promises the world couldn’t keep. Amazing poem and truth. Thank you

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you so much ๐Ÿ™‚ Means a lot ๐Ÿ™‚
      Really glad that you liked my poem ๐Ÿ™‚

      Have a nice day.
      Happy New Year. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€

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