“Listen and Obey and Lie and Pretend” – Nayana Nair

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Old dreams,
the old warm sweaters of dreams-
today is the day for burning them.
Someone hands me a matchstick,
hands me the common sense
of creating necessary ends.
And like the more faithful student I am
I listen and obey
and pour the flame on the fishes that are still caught
in the net of my dreams.
I pour the flame on the neck, on the wings
of the deity that sleeps in me.
And like the betrayer that I am
I clap and smile with ones who hold my hand,
the ones I must pacify, the ones I must give in to.
But I breathe in again the seeds of wishful thinking.
The air is filled with them-
with the tiny rebellions, with the stolen chances,
with all that isn’t but threatens everything that is.
The air is filled with hope, with freedom,
with everything beautiful and dangerous.
I smile knowing the demons I have set free.

4 Comments

  1. The Butcher says:

    Beautiful one. The text is really perfect with the image you choose.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you so much ๐Ÿ™‚
      Really glad that you liked it ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€

  2. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    Come and Enjoy!!!

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot for the reblog dear ๐Ÿ™‚
      Glad you liked it ๐Ÿ™‚

      Have a beautiful day!

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