“why am i hurt by your hopes?” – Nayana Nair

i thought…i wanted…i am always looking for…i am nothing without… must i fill these sentences?is it compulsoryto tell you where it hurts and why? the pencil bends and breaksin my hand, but my voice won’t crack.i think a bit of my cruelty shows through everything that i do. “have you ever wanted to be aContinue reading ““why am i hurt by your hopes?” – Nayana Nair”

“Your Weakness” – Nayana Nair

The sun that shrivels up in your eyes every morning, the dry tear that never leaves your eyes, the soft bend in your words when make excuses for other’s fault, the hint of self-berating in your mellowed down tales of woe. This weakness that is similar to mine. This weakness that I love. I wishContinue reading ““Your Weakness” – Nayana Nair”

“Glass I am made of ” – 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”