You remain as the trace of green
under my dead fingernails.
even when I don’t.
And so it means I am also alive
in a heart
or maybe someone else’s,
someone whom I won’t ever love,
or someone whom I can’t love again.
Someone whose existence and heart
I probably won’t ever know.
We all share the same fate, don’t we?
There is a forest of feelings that will never be returned,
there are flowers that could never bloom in love,
here are the words that are uttered only in that space.
Here is me – holding onto these words.
Here is me – looking at you.
Published by Nayana Nair
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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Thank you 🙂
Really glad that you liked it 🙂 😀
Nice poem my friend. I love the strong lines, so glad to have come across your page. Thanks for sharing.
Really glad that you liked my poem 🙂
Thanks you so much 🙂 Means a lot 🙂
Have a beautiful day 🙂
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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