god, don’t give me the ideal.i have lived here too long.now i can’t seem to loveanyone who is not a bit mean,who doesn’t bite back. i seem to only have the appetitefor unsure feelings.i can only tolerate to hugsomething that is breaking,a breaking that nothing can stop or change. and on the nights when iContinue reading ““appetite” – Nayana Nair”
We are the mediocre television soapthat no one wants to see.We have learned to gulp down bland food, bland life.The books that get us jobs, get us friends, gets us love, we have learned to pay for it without bitterness. We adore the mania, the depression,the moments when we don’t want to think clear-that makesContinue reading ““Ready to Break” – Nayana Nair”
Everyday I dislike my love for you a little bit more.All this talk about convenience,about being of use to each othershould not be called love.If I love you because you understand methen it is not you who I lovebut anyone who can understands me. “i am comfortable with you” “you make me feel special”“you canContinue reading ““I hate this convenience” – Nayana Nair”
I would welcome you into these arms to cry out your grief, however small. If only I could leave my bitter heart behind that only wants to be consoled and never wants to care for anyone else. That only looks at the world to look for a face who would take the blame for whatContinue reading ““Leave my heart behind” – Nayana Nair”
There are moments of indifference that once piled up seems more than the years I have lived. There are too many memories where I cannot see anyone but myself running around in a dark cave afraid of everything I bump into. Not knowing that even if I shout if anyone would hear, sometimes fearful ofContinue reading ““Too late to care” – Nayana Nair”
I have never crossed paths with anyone who knows how to love. Everyone is trying. Everyone is guessing and doubting. Not sure what love is.