“Painting water lilies” – Nayana Nair

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There was a lot of burning that day, I remember.
The black skies still cling
to the corner of my eyes.
But I don’t know fire as intimately as you do.
When I flip through your notebooks,
I only find essays made of water.
The color from my nails seep into the page.
They find the most fragile words,
the true and weak words,
words with a faint crack
similar in the shape
to the one that adorns your heart.
My nails, my cheeks become pale
as all my colors flow out of me,
as if by some urgent need,
to bloom over these words, over you,
to aid you in your hiding,
to shield you silently.

4 Comments

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you so much 🙂
      Really glad that you liked my poem 🙂

  1. Simone E says:

    Amazing piece..!

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks dear 🙂

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