“My Bitter Taste” – Nayana Nair

All my roads and plans are lined up side to side. And on every path I take I see myself giving up sooner or later and the moment I give up I become the same person I was before the I took these steps. Being the same person I am used to comfort me once.Continue reading ““My Bitter Taste” – Nayana Nair”

“Thorn” – Nayana Nair

You are a thorn in my heart that only hurts, that only digs deeper when in rare moments I find my way to doors in my life that can’t be opened now and I stand helplessly in front of you whom I no longer love. When you utter the same words but they sound differentContinue reading ““Thorn” – Nayana Nair”

“Version” – Nayana Nair

Sometimes the hatred, the bias that people around him smoked sticks to his clothes, his skin, his tongue when I come near him. He can wash it from himself with a sleep. He can leave it at the door, when he steps in. But I can’t wash it out of my mind. In my mindContinue reading ““Version” – Nayana Nair”

“Possible” – Nayana Nair

My heart feels like a sheet of ice. With restless birds of pain trapped forever, fluttering around. Making the world look dark. Imitating my cries. But as you pass by me, your shadow on my heart feels beautiful and painful. Your shadow looks like a barren tree, where my pain can sit and chirp. ThoughContinue reading ““Possible” – Nayana Nair”

“Beg ” – Nayana Nair

Everything I look at is sweet impression of your younger self playing in the garden of my heart. The shrads from this broken world stuck in everything around me. Why is it that when I look at a bus stop, when I look at the sky, when I look at the chairs, when I lookContinue reading ““Beg ” – Nayana Nair”

“Hopeless Wishes” – Nayana Nair

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”

“How I spend my seconds” – Nayana Nair

I look at your eyes and notice the tone of your voice. Every second, each day afraid that something I do, or something I say might offend you. I walk around your shadow and you wonder why my touch, why my words are so cold. I wonder how long will I keep you in myContinue reading ““How I spend my seconds” – Nayana Nair”

“Midnight Call” – Nayana Nair

There is somewhat a hesitancy in me to I pick up the call at midnight. The ring sounds different. It has a shaky sound immitating the hands that must be struggling to hold phone in the very hand through which countries of stories have slipped into darkness. Leaving behind this person who must feel likeContinue reading ““Midnight Call” – Nayana Nair”