.
the bird of possibility, decorated with arrows,
sits on our broken shoulders
and asks us what we see there
there – where we are not
there?
there…
something fragile still sleeps in us
our hands reach out to always find a sure warmth
something made of feathers hugs us back
a gentle sun kisses our wearied eyelids
and yet the dream doesn’t dissolve in your hand
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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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it rains in my heart 
To look to a future that has warmth and happiness is a vision worth keeping. A lovely piece Nayana. I don’t know whether you celebrate Valentine Day, but if you do then I hope yours was lovely.
Thanks a lot David 🙂 Really glad that you liked it.
Nothing special on this Valentine’s Day for me (the downside of being single I suppose 🙂 ), but I hope your Valentine’s Day was wonderful 🙂
Hope you have a lovely day. 🙂 😀