becauseholding myself togetheris getting too painful with time becausenow the pain makes be beliefthat the paradise in me is dying because of me becausein my dream i saw myself smileand i fell in love with the impossibilities becausethis body cannot hold the smilethat i seem to forget too easily once i wake up
When I stand near you,I want to believe that we are standing together.That our hearts being mirror imagesmeans something more.Mirror images…‘Lateral inversion’ they called it, I recall.We feel similar only when facing each other.But when we talk of this world,when we eat from our own broken plates,when we tell each others directions,when we see eachContinue reading ““Inversion” – Nayana Nair”
last night *i do not like saying last nightbecause once i only used to speak of it as ‘yesterday night’until someone told me that it’s wrong, even if it means the same so last nighti thought how it is something you’d say“it means the same, but you are wrong” sample conversation(based on reality, read tooContinue reading ““You’re right” – Nayana Nair”
I walking around this planettalking about survivalas if I actually lived to survive.I didn’t.There are many who dobut they are not the ones who are filling the worldwith papers filled reeking of envy and tears.The ones who are really desperate, who really fear extinction-disappear as they fearwithout leaving a trace of the hurt that hadContinue reading ““All the talk about survival” – Nayana Nair”
There was never a point of timewhen I could sit back and say-“This is home.This is where I will always be.No one can take me away from here.Here is where I am bound to be.”Because I could never hold onto anything even when I wanted to. *** I was always convincedthat there is something veryContinue reading ““If this was Home” – Nayana Nair”
I return to my unaffected neighborhood. The success of my efforts to keep them ignorant vexes me, their narrow vision, their inability to see me as I do, their belief in me, the love they handout to me, the children that look up at me- making me feel smaller. ~ I have no option butContinue reading ““One More” – Nayana Nair”
There were days in my life when I knew the sun could never shine brighter and I can never be more happy. I thought these with the innocent belief of constancy of happiness, rather than the realization that put an end to hopes. Somehow with time the glass I am made of has bend, hasContinue reading ““Glass I am made of ” – Nayana Nair”
Everything he was, everything he did- was a constant effort to be true to the image he had of himself. He reminds me of struggle to be someone else while believing that he is struggling to be himself.