“how it pained to part. how beautiful it is to meet.” – Nayana Nair

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the eyes made of glass stare at us
with its kind open clutches held out.
the eyes made of forgetfulness
and remembrance in equal measure –
they are beautiful.
they sing of the most beautiful fear,
the most hurting hope.
and we sing back.
me and my brothers –
we sing like we have never known death
as we hand over our hidden skin folded in half.

folded in half, we sleep in its arm
and we invent love, invent warmth,
invent meaning.
we hear it breathing.
we hear our lung collapse.
we have brought something to life again.
this machine of fear and ends –
it breathes, it tears up and cries.
i feel an ocean flowing into my eyes.
the suffocation ends.
and just like that there is
nothing of us left with us.

somewhere we will open our eyes
and stare at lips that sing of giving,
we will feel our hollow insides echo
with the memory of our own lightest steps
we will look
at the saddest sweetest children of this world
and we’ll know ourselves through it again.
we will know of the ocean in us
when it leaves our eyes.
and just like that we will be all that
we couldn’t bear to live as.

5 Comments

  1. I like your creepy metaphors, like the folded skin haha

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Thanks 😊
      Glad to be successful at writing creepy and good 😊
      Glad you liked it… 😊

      Hope you have a beautiful day dear.

  2. I read this poem three times and each time, I got something else out of it.
    By the way, thank you for visiting my blog. 🌹

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Really glad to hear that. Thank you so much πŸ™‚ Means a lot πŸ™‚

      Thanks for visiting my blog as well.
      You have a really beautiful blog πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€ Was lucky to come across it.

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