“Half of my Winters” – Nayana Nair

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I wanted to play this winter song
on the brightest day of spring.
Maybe at least in that way
I will be able to mourn for something
that I should have been happy to leave behind.
But the snowflakes in me
drift into the world
and become butterflies of someone else’s heart.
All my songs now belong to sun,
they belong to scent of summer fruits,
they fall as unpredicted rain
on the windows I closed just in time.
Anyway, I had to learn this sooner or later.
How can I keep believing in my own feelings,
on the things that were supposed to never change, never melt
after losing half of my winters to the green winds of change.
As I place all my “old dreams that don’t suit the new me”
away from my reach,
I wonder if the only way to save the dignity of my old sincerity
is to lock it way from my own skeptical, mocking eyes?

7 Comments

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words πŸ™‚
      Means a lot that you liked my poem and found it relatable πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€
      Thanks a lot!!!

      Have a beautiful day ahead! πŸ™‚

    1. Hi John πŸ™‚
      Glad to hear that you liked my work πŸ™‚ Means a lot πŸ™‚ (Especially cause I also like your blog a lot)
      I am doing well. And hope you are doing well and are in best of your health.
      Thank you once again πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

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