“Sitting across another spring” – Nayana Nair

Spring and loveare running around in a circlein my mind.My mind and its gray backdropdie with a soft giggle.The sky rains a gentle voicesaying my name on repeat.A voice I pretend not to knowrings like a telephone in my roomas I stare at it from my bed. Spring and loveare in my life againand allContinue reading ““Sitting across another spring” – Nayana Nair”

“Now playing: the ominous names you are yet to know, yet to resent” – Nayana Nair

I board the train that I couldthinking,only thinking about the one I couldn’t.There are only tunnels, only darkness,no network,only cold metal that I rest my headhoping for my fever to come down,only windows that turn into mirror. In those momentary mirrorsI always look like someone on life support.In the crowd that no longer suffocates meIContinue reading ““Now playing: the ominous names you are yet to know, yet to resent” – Nayana Nair”

“Menu” – Nayana Nair

My lover, you gave me sweet words, so many, so much that I thought it can cloud my sour heart. But as you retire into the backdrop of everyday life, all that you promised seems more unreal. Another thing to wait for. I am not good at waiting. But I am good at thinking andContinue reading ““Menu” – Nayana Nair”