“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”

“Closer to Me” – Nayana Nair

Now the dark corners are the only safe place remaining. The loveless days are the only memory where we can rest where we can hide from all the passion that we wished for, all the feelings we couldn’t handle. You once wrote to me about the night that hung as a curtain over your window,Continue reading ““Closer to Me” – 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”

“Beyond Repair” – Nayana Nair

At some place in my life I realized that I was ruined beyond repair. And when I was done with all the crying, with all the cursing, and being therapist to the girl that I was . I grew up enough to know, that even if I can’t be what I was, I can stillContinue reading ““Beyond Repair” – Nayana Nair”