.
A summer comes alive,
a branch flowers
at the touch of my hand.
My hands that were just held by you
they find all dead things,
all dark corners of life.
There is so much of life in these hands
that are now desired by you.
There is so much that can now
be brought back to life,
so much that can stop hurting.
There is no way to stop all this warmth
from spilling out of me anyway.
This world, this path of ruins,
this history of us,
existed for this moment maybe
so that we may learn the texture of hope
in each other’s skin,
so that we may see the rebirth of light
in each other’s eyes.
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Hi,
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 28. Just a person who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I'm interested in all forms of storytelling (though I don't have the talent for it). So I like series, movies, novels, anime, and whatnot. I'm also really passionate about music, psychology, learning languages (I just dream big, too undisciplined to makes any actual progress) and literature. I am overall just a curious person who is interested in all kinds of things, as long as they suit my taste.
I always wanted to be a writer (and also a teacher)..But I don't think I have the skills required...this blog is just my attempt at becoming the writer I always wanted to be...Blogging for few years, I have realized I am more of a poet (although, I am not sure that I am good enough for that label)...I hope I realize more about myself through writing.
Thanks for dropping by!! Hope I didn't disappoint. :)
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So beautiful. I am happy for you.
Thanks you π
This is a wonderfully positive piece and a lovely read. Finding love that is real with another is special and all we then need to remember is that like a plant it does need to be nurtured. I look forward to seeing how the poetry evolves.
I often find myself incapable of writing about the good things in life, not that there is any lack of positivity in my life, I consider myself a blessed person having too many things to be thankful about. But in spite of that I find sorrow and grief as those enchanting topics that I will probably end up pursuing and exploring for the rest of my writing life. So this poem was a surprise even for me. Maybe this would be a good example of being moved by someone else’s overwhelming joy. It really is a wonderful thing, how we can be moved and changed by each other and create something soft and beautiful out of it. I am glad that you liked my poem. I am also curious how my writing changes with time. I hope I become capable of writing about positive and nurturing things as well.
Always grateful for your kindness.
Hope you have a wonderful day. π
Really loved this, My Dear!!! Bellissimo! πππΉ
Thank you so much π Really really glad that you liked it π
Hope you have a wonderful day π
Loved the poem!! Hope you have a great day too, Dear!! πππΉ