“Shouldn’t that put me at ease?” – Nayana Nair

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The skin of the prophets and lovers
hangs with the fresh laundry.
The dices and glasses lie forgotten
in the broken and mutated stomachs of our pet fishes.
A pot of porridge sits on the blue counter.
The potatoes, the rice, the marbled peas grow soil,
grow eyes, grow tongue, grow memories that never were.
The imitations of porcelain crack under the weight of life.
It never used to be like that.

Life used to be small and delicate and beautifully framed
within the carefully drawn floral boundaries of plates,
within the pools of small spoons.
Life is no longer like that.
Now the book of tales burn
with the missing ladles
and fake money of games no one knows how to play.
Every piece of wood, every piece of our soul,
anything that burns, only burns only what we love.
Only what we love gets to die here.

Shouldn’t that put me at ease?
That something gets to escape this world.
But all that dying,
the small pieces scraped off again and again.
Isn’t that how we got to this-
this place where even pain is dull,
where even the hopelessness doesn’t come with a heartbreak.

8 Comments

  1. Probably my favourite poem of yours! And it’s pretty quotable too haha. Very good job!

    1. Nayana Nair says:

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

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot for the reblog πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€ Very glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Have a nice day πŸ™‚

      1. Always a joy and pleasure to read and share great posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! πŸ˜˜πŸ’•πŸŽπŸŒΉ

  2. Obong eno says:

    Great post ❀️

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you πŸ™‚

      1. Obong eno says:

        You are most welcome ❀️

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