I turned another cornerand walked into another housethat I knew nothing about.The owner, the god of this land stood thereoutside in the gardentelling a child how to create more beautiful loops,how to somersault,how to find more worms, more of everything.An adult placed like a talismanthat couldn’t keep meor what I bring with me away.He didn’tContinue reading ““The door opens slowly” – Nayana Nair”
I planted the idea of a happy family,a happy tomorrow,into the eyes of my motherwith breaking tips of my pencilsagainst her granite eye lashes. I told her the story about the boywho is ever so sadbecause his parents didn’t care enough,who weeps on his empty birthdays,who weeps into my heart.I tell her I am notContinue reading ““The eyes of my mother” – Nayana Nair”
After a long long time, I am back with another award post.Roshni has nominated me for Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award. I am really thankful that she like my work and considered me worthy of mention on her blog. Means a lot. Here is the link to the award post by Roshni: Vincent Ehindero Blogger AwardContinue reading “Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award”
i wonderwhy i was born so, with so many roots,roots that find only emptiness at the end of their tips.
Now that we have buried all the clocks,a day passes only when our eyes meet again,night comes only when we say goodbye.And when I walk away from the shade of her smile,I think that I am forgetting something,something that would have made me sad.But her name, her words have grown ferociously, violentlyon whatever I onceContinue reading ““from where i stand, you are the only star” – Nayana Nair”
These four walls that cuts us off from the worldputs me again in that same position that I dread.My weakness that I once thought I had cast awayis holding onto my fingers again.If only the world had not abandoned me here with you.I could have found some comfort in its words-“you are worth better” orContinue reading ““Collecting Myself” – Nayana Nair”
She looks at the clock. The time tells in 4 hours her husband has to leave, she woke up too soon. She wakes up and looks at the clock again. In 20 minutes he will need his daily tea, he sounds bitter all day if it is not the first thing he sees. She willContinue reading ““No Plans” – Nayana Nair”
There was no joy to wander, to pack my bags with belongings not entirely mine and to have a bagful of borrowed stuff, of borrowed time. Living on the kindness that I didn’t deserve. Each new handhake sounded like echoes of heartbreak from the future. I knew where I was going and I knew whereContinue reading ““Memorizing Names” – Nayana Nair”
The amount of persuasion it takes to force oneself, into believing the delusion that belonging somewhere will solve all issues, will calm the turmoil of all unexplained emotions. That we can belong somewhere just because we want to.
I am dissolving in the ocean that has no water but only salt. The salt that is more closer to this earth than I am. I am changing slowly, regretfully, into a form of your liking. A form that feels more belonging in this world than I ever will. My heart slips slowly into theContinue reading ““Slowly, Regretfully” – Nayana Nair”