“Morph” – Nayana Nair

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That feeling
when something of this world
rushes past you
and you are nothing else for that moment
but the afterimage of what has gone by,
something that definitely was
unlike your own self
that never appears but only haunts.

I don’t know how people cope
with that overwhelming storm
of knowing
the worlds that you can morph into
and all the things
that maybe you always were.

When you become a floating hat and its silent river,
when you become the knob of the radio,
the glass feeling the air before the snow,
the shredded corners of a letter that weeps,
the loudspeaker at the corner of the road
with its abundance of sound and silence,
the sundress peeled away,
the flow of time and fate.

I don’t know what to make of this.
I sit on tables filled with people
who know a thing or two about life
and they talk
as if they have always been their skin,
as if no one can be anything else
but themselves.
So I become the table feeling the soft elbows
pushing down some loneliness with its weight.
I become the napkin held in a fist.

I am now the sky looking down at me
and now the child that I lost long ago.
I am breaking and being taken over
by all the beautiful lonely things.
I feel I was probably made for this.

4 Comments

  1. cindy knoke says:

    Powerful and so well done.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you so much dear ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€ Means a lot.

      Hope you have wonderful day ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Your expression is always so absorbing. A wonderful piece.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Really really glad that you liked it ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you so much for your kind words about my work.

      Hope you have a beautiful day ahead.

      Thank you once again. ๐Ÿ™‚

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