“Undying” – Nayana Nair

The brightest star of my childhood dreamssits on the set of a sitcomand tells jokes about me.He wins few hearts and breaks few guitars-becomes an artist of some kind.He fills the screens with the love he only spoke about.I become a bit more irrational in his storiessometimes so much, that I feel no wonderwhen heContinue reading ““Undying” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (26)” – Nayana Nair

I covered up myself up-hiding the pieces,hiding the glue,hiding the knife close to my heart.There is too little timeand so much to be disposed,so much has to be kept at the bottom of the stairs,under the sheets,under the hand that cupped my faceso that no one could say with certaintywhether I am laughing or cryingContinue reading ““What I Remember (26)” – Nayana Nair”

“the darkness that she sings for me” – Nayana Nair

i am in lovewith the woman who sings andbecomes the backgroundof my every night. i like to listen to her voiceas she takes my every secondkeeps it out of my reach,teaches me some really suspicious waysto keep myself safe from the her demons. she glows in the darkness that she sewsonly for me,for me toContinue reading ““the darkness that she sings for me” – Nayana Nair”

“Anomaly of the Art Class” – Nayana Nair

I row my heartto the moon you drew,the one you colored in greenignoring every reality,for which you got an D,for which I lost a part of me. I no longer hold onto the poems filled with dread-dread of rejection, of future, of finding myself eventually broken.I see something that you have left behind in me.SomethingContinue reading ““Anomaly of the Art Class” – Nayana Nair”

“Not So Bad” – Nayana Nair

he sings the most beautiful song.so beautifulthat the sky becomes a reflection of the heartthat he can barely carry in himself.the words on his lipsthey break, they sound different,feel different,they sound like the first cry of a baby-the violent coming to life.they run and collide and shatteragainst the rough indifferent surfaceof this dying world, aContinue reading ““Not So Bad” – Nayana Nair”

“incoherent” – Nayana Nair

i looked best dressed in incoherent words.everyone assumed that i am drunk on something.everyone assumed me to be an artist for that. any word that left my mouthwas just another way to pronounce self-doubt.the only way to stay and run away at the same time. the way i speak,“you are beautiful” and “i hate you”soundsContinue reading ““incoherent” – Nayana Nair”

“Fictional Friends” – Nayana Nair

i break another glass today, the girl with blue highlights in her hairwalks over it without bleedingbut tells me not to try such things at home on my own,that it took her years of invisibilityto even try such tricks.but she has no suggestions for what else i should do instead of breaking my smooth skinContinue reading ““Fictional Friends” – Nayana Nair”