Though onceyou were bigger than me,this is all I can spare for you,these feelingsthat won’t even add up to a drop of tear. I knoweven in my sorrowthat i must not hate you.You have been my wonderful beautiful lightin ways you didn’t intend to. I have used up all my gratitudein forgetting the daysyou filledContinue reading ““You will always be my wonderful love” – Nayana Nair”
The button of self-destruct was never so glorious,never so definite, never so absoluteuntil she uttered “end” and it sounded like “home” to me. I feared looking at the mark of x on my mapsthat she had found with great pains.The blue under the mark looked so harmless even when it was not. Only when IContinue reading ““Under the Blue” – Nayana Nair”
every red flowerthat couldn’t bloom,that was denied a spring,now grows inside us. we breathe to keep them aliveso their sky remains blueand they might know what tomorrow means. there is a weight on our tiny shouldersto carry voices that were once locked in vacuum,to do everything right,to build greenhouses by our words and intention. butContinue reading ““Red Valley” – Nayana Nair”
When all things that are not divinefound a home in me,I realized they would probablybe the only friends I ever make.I read up many books and considered taking up some mildly destructive and slightly disturbing hobbies,so that I could know them better.So I could become someone they could accept.I looked for a teacher who couldContinue reading ““Whatever Blooms in Darkness” – Nayana Nair”
I hold my fist close to my heart, I hold your hand tighter than ever. How long has it been since we last saw each other? How long before we meet again? These few hours that separates our periods of separation, these hours have become minutes, have become question marks that we pretend we can’tContinue reading ““Connecting Flight” – Nayana Nair”
The tree looked at his friend through the net of blooming flowers at his forlorn form, at the new desert on his skin. Recalling his own autumn that is gone and will come again and wondered what is this friendship, that makes them smile at each other even when the same season decorates one withContinue reading ““Same Season” – 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”
The story that sleeps in me it never talks of you or me. I wait till it speaks, till it sees. I wait till I no longer have to convince myself that “yours” is all I want to be. But the story that repeats itself tells me not to bother with saying things I doContinue reading ““Nothing can be greater” – Nayana Nair”
My hands feel empty remembering the hands, the glass, the blooming wish of a new ruin in my eyes that I drank away with your words, that made me one.
“Small Door of a Dream“, Jacob Glatstein Those trees whose names I never learned Identify themselves at the window With their proud blooming. The night shadows itself On a small joyous lamp. A silvered butterfly dances Into our flickering life Through light of a dream’s Last moment.