Before knowing the alphabetsof your name or mine,I learnt to make you smile.I pluck another flower that makes me sneeze every timebut the silly pathetic me smiles as you smileas I crawl to youlosing balance,losing something similar to heart,as I dress you up in a mountain of petals I clenched too hardhoping you would neverContinue reading ““Before Alphabets” – Nayana Nair”
The crowd, every crowd- they exhaust me and frighten me. They take away air around me and tell me to leave myself at the door, if I want to come in. They like to stare a lot, they like to condition my mind, my eyes to look away when they stare. Is this the pointContinue reading ““My Character” – Nayana Nair”
A last chance again brushes past me and a list gathers in me like aimless insects gathering around their last light. They talk to each other about all the things that they had hoped they would find by now. One by one tears fill up in the eyes of every wish, when one of themContinue reading ““Aimless Insects” – Nayana Nair”
Let me crib. Let me complain and let me regret it, and say again and again that I never meant a word that you found mean. I am unusually irresponsible. I have a ledger filled with all that I must truly care for. I only forget to look at it and act on it. EvenContinue reading ““Crib and Complain” – Nayana Nair”
Her fingers brushed past my skin, in a hurry to avoid what I am. As if she knew what to avoid, what not to remind, what must not be spoken – for the love to remain. Only after I learnt to let my footsteps be taken by the waves, only after taking myself out ofContinue reading ““Better Understanding” – Nayana Nair”
The strip of land that lies in the midst of the blue of our minds. There shall we sit face to face and talk. We could talk of many things you could tell me how your hands throw away every trinkets and prize, only because they don’t feel as you thought they would in yourContinue reading ““Blue of our Minds” – Nayana Nair”
All the bits of you the pieces of trivia, that will never be asked anywhere, you handed it to me- on our way to work, in your sleep, in your half-audible mumbling while you brushed your teeth. I thought they were too much than what I can hold, I kept them in pockets of anyContinue reading ““Trivia” – Nayana Nair”
The texture of future as it brushes against my skin, is same as the yesterdays that have passed me by.