“Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair

“The sky is your canvas”,the book to all ailments said,“there is a joy in filling it up with life.”But as I finished my 157th sketch,as I finished my 300th one,as I finished the one with no count attached(the one I called “the limits that were stronger than me”),as I write over all that I hadContinue reading ““Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair”

“Virtual Image” – Nayana Nair

“the image in mirror is never formed“ I copied this slowlyfrom my friend’s notes,reading too much into it. I moved my handsover the new definition of real. I traced the lines, the dull path of lightas faithfully as I couldbut the solid blue lines of ink touch the glassand are broken cleanly by the lawsContinue reading ““Virtual Image” – Nayana Nair”

“Wilted dreams of our heart” – Nayana Nair

we keep walking through these roads lined with trees of wilted dreams, laden with fruits of all the happiness that we do not want. our hearts are narrow cells capable of far less than we think of, but always wanting more than what it can hold. our greed is not a monster, but a pitifulContinue reading ““Wilted dreams of our heart” – Nayana Nair”

“Book that I can’t read” – Nayana Nair

The book that I can’t read is not abandoned on the shelves has not been moved to the lowest rack because it is bad. But because so much of me is filled in it. So many words from my heart reside on those pages, that I am bound to question if this is the reasonContinue reading ““Book that I can’t read” – Nayana Nair”