“These Words”- Nayana Nair

I stop reading.

I look at these clumsily scribbled words.

I look at these fine print.

And I reach out my hand

to the page

and touch these words

to know

whether they really exist.

I reach out

to grab onto that hand,

so I can come out of water

for a moment,

to take breath

and remember what it was like

to not drown.

For that moment

I keep reading.

“To Books” – Nayana Nair

This is the solitude I want,

This is the company I seek.

Only understood by few.

Each morning is blessed

with a hope renewed .

For can find both in you.