"Ports" – Nayana Nair

a blue cloudy sky over a banana plantation.the only word to be heard – rebellion.someone is crying far away.another round of bullets leave the shaking handsof the one who can’t seem to stop crying.now he must die just like me.he rests his bloody head and its murky thoughts on me.in this last afternoon of myContinue reading “"Ports" – Nayana Nair”

“Last Everything” – Nayana Nair

There are bouts of tears,phone calls,consolation, advice,and it ends. The river stops and flows again. There are missed calls, busy tone,letters never penned,the sky that didn’t shatter like glass. The river stopsand flows again. There is me,there is you,there are our days togetherand the days we will never have. Nothing endseven if I break.The riverContinue reading ““Last Everything” – Nayana Nair”

“Reckless” – Nayana Nair

I always told myself that I am doing something wrong if I do not ask myself hundred question about my own intent and about my own ability to face the result of what I was doing. In my bouts of recklessness I may have done a lot of things that I regret but that areContinue reading ““Reckless” – Nayana Nair”