I wonder‘me being right’at what point of time it became synonymousto finding out that his heart is empty-my name washed out by the waves of the other girl.The girl whom he swore is not his type.“I was right”, I said as my hand trembled with anger and then fearas I waited for the reply, forContinue reading ““I don’t want to be right anymore” – Nayana Nair”
today is the birthday of one another oddity of mine.on a day like this,few calendars agoi learnt how to turn my helplessness into my charm.i learnt to fill the glasses, the throats of everyone i knowwith something sweet, with a taste they can’t name.i learnt to become something that can’t be known or hurt.in myContinue reading ““the shadow at the foot of my bed” – Nayana Nair”
Once I didn’t feel less for wanting less.But now my ambitions are the measure of my capabilities. Now as I try to get/buy/copy a new agreeable dream,I am instructed to be ‘unapologetically me’,apologising only to myselfevery time I smile in a life that I didn’t wantand can never love.
i sat on the cold melting ground,my hand filled with what would soon be me.“there is nothing to scavenge here,there is no hope in such death”,you said as you placed my handon this face that you no longer called yours.“what do you see?“(you asked this so often)“what would you like me to say?“,were the onlyContinue reading ““What do you see?” – Nayana Nair”
I walk past houses that are too silent to be there.Another drop of tearlands on my hand. I dare not stop and look. I fear I might end up finding my own home that I had left. In my eyes I might end up holding the face of the onewhose sorrow I can’t still bear.Continue reading ““A lie for every fear” – Nayana Nair”
We are too suspicious when we find the hearts we can trust,too burdened when they trust us back,too careless towards what is ours.We are too vain to apologizeand too distracted to stay in love.We have stored up so much lonelinessand so many expectationsthat nothing quite matches up to the standards we have.
Our hearts are perpetually suspended in a time that flows around us. And our ghosts pin us to our sins, while we yearn to be the person we were a second ago. Though our heart are full of ashes and smoke of loves we have burned with us. We still hopelessly wish to be withContinue reading ““Hopeless Wishes” – Nayana Nair”
I will trace your tears through the meteor shower, through the footsteps that you followed, through the hands that you held, through the hearts that you broke, through the marks on your skin, through the lost and found columns, through the moist flower placed in you books, through that crossed out name, on every page.Continue reading ““Trace” – Nayana Nair”