“Delicate” – Nayana Nair

On Sundays, I wear the purple summer dressthat I once promised myself I would never wear.I paint my nails, I color my lips, and I open the windows in me.I become someone I was taught to hate, I try to breakmy hatred with my smile.I let myself be reignedby the greed for beautiful, sweet, shiningContinue reading ““Delicate” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (12)” – Nayana Nair

hailstones.that’s what i remember.when the stones fellonto the already breaking roofs of our class,the girl who sat three rows aheadstopped reading.everyone who was busy day dreaming,who had shut their ears to every useless fact that we come to learn,knew how to listen to this,to this violence that could hurt but won’t. i sat there listening,wonderingContinue reading ““What I Remember (12)” – Nayana Nair”

“Cycles of Waiting”- Nayana Nair

Your hand that touch me only when I am asleep. Your memories that only surface when I have been flooded beyond the hope of any saving. The cycles of waiting- a wait for the numbness, a wait for the feelings that have left, a wait that I cannot admit is for you. But this waitContinue reading ““Cycles of Waiting”- Nayana Nair”

“Not There” – Nayana Nair

Stay right beside me. Stay till I fall asleep. Once my eyes have given up, on seeing the world for what it is and failing each time. When my hold on your fingers loosens breath by breath. When I finally fall asleep. Let me dream of a love for us that hurts little less. LiveContinue reading ““Not There” – Nayana Nair”