“All the Ends that pass me by” – Nayana Nair

The shoes I am wearingare wearing thin.I feel my clothes trying,trying hard to slip out of meand I don’t try to hold onto them.That is how I have always been. I see an appproaching death,the sihouette of another endingthat I won’t be able to takeand I order another drink,I put down the bookthat was gettingContinue reading ““All the Ends that pass me by” – Nayana Nair”

“you know where you have hidden your light” – Nayana Nair

have you come to find the life, the handthat lit every eye that you have come across? you can sit here and look at me for your whole lifebut you won’t forget the one whom you cannot face. she had a sweeter heart than mine, i can guess.every lover in their best moment were asContinue reading ““you know where you have hidden your light” – Nayana Nair”

“Rainbows and Reflection” – Nayana Nair

I always thoughtthat I could be happy,really happy,forever happy,if only I could make myself love happiness. Though I approached this strange kid,though I pretended to be good and as holy as humans can be,I had nothing to say this ever smiling child.All the standard stories I had prepared for this heavy choreof presenting myself toContinue reading ““Rainbows and Reflection” – Nayana Nair”

“Scarier Element” – Nayana Nair

Someone told me that is how love works out for people like us who approach love as if it is an animal that can kill us at any time and who only move towards it when they become aware of the other monsters that are eating up all that they could rely on. We onlyContinue reading ““Scarier Element” – Nayana Nair”

“Putting Up Fences” – Nayana Nair

Today, you are more beautiful that I remember you to be. Today, I feel we are almost invincible. It is funny to say out loud this word “invincible”, when life proves again and again how it is just another consolation to our mind, a fence to fend off the reality. So that we might knowContinue reading ““Putting Up Fences” – Nayana Nair”

“Coffee Shop” – Nayana Nair

I am sipping my 27th cup of coffee waiting for the shop to get crowded, so people will not eye me with suspicion or pity. So I can be in company of people who have nowhere to go, like me. For whom, home is just a place you run away from. I wait for theContinue reading ““Coffee Shop” – Nayana Nair”