red sonnets.every morning,you always gift me red sonnets.and i always kiss you back,the color of my lips fading in front of acts of affection. – i put them on my bed as i sleep on the floor.i stir my soaking noodleswith a branch broken from this bunch.i bite the sides of my mouthmake myself cryContinue reading ““Red Sonnets” – Nayana Nair”
my sad winter sunshinei am here for you.we can stay sad for however long you want.don’t worry,i don’t remember the happy you.i am not hanging around to see your other face.i have no affection for what you are trying to become again. i loved rain once.now snowfall is my new thing,you are my new thing-myContinue reading ““Permanent” – Nayana Nair”
when i stood in front of the respected uncaring adultswho could never see me, beside the fickle-minded fun-seeking friendswho smoked ‘idgaf attitude’ every night, holding the handsof the demanding demeaning frightening voiceof the one i wanted to love,the one i almost loved, i knew how to smile.i knew how to let them off the hook.iContinue reading ““My place in this cruel landscape” – Nayana Nair”
love? no, i suffer from no such thing. even if i do, that is an easy illness. there are delusions that i can buy that can ease all these pains of affection. if nothing else, my lover and my heart knows all the lies, that can put me to sleep even when my world burns.Continue reading ““Too Good and Too Sweet” – Nayana Nair”
With marker I scribble on the mirror the list of complains I have from you, not caring if they mess up my own reflection. Sometimes thankful that under that I can hide my own obsession with what people will think of me, how much will they value based on the value you give me. AnContinue reading ““Surrounded by Chatter” – Nayana Nair”
The dust once again comes to life under your sunlight. My voice wavers again not knowing what to say. Not knowing how to move in this air once agains feels like the tomorrows we have lost. The brokeness of our souls looks for things to claim. They dream to become the cracks in this theContinue reading ““Yet we stay like this” – Nayana Nair”
Would people have been more kinder and affectionate, if only the world didn’t misunderstand niceness on a daily basis? How come we live with such a distorted view that we are afraid of being good to each other? From the fear of being judged. From the fear of being ridiculed. From the fear of beingContinue reading ““Kinder” – Nayana Nair”
I open a paper that will travel many pockets but will not have the good fate of getting lost. The confessions of my affection reaches every ear but not your heart.