“Red Sonnets” – Nayana Nair

red sonnets.every morning,you always gift me red sonnets.and i always kiss you back,the color of my lips fading in front of acts of affection. – i put them on my bed as i sleep on the floor.i stir my soaking noodleswith a branch broken from this bunch.i bite the sides of my mouthmake myself cryContinue reading ““Red Sonnets” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember(8)”- Nayana Nair

when i see my past pain in your tears now come here, come inside and cry how much ever you want. we don’t want the neighbors to know how much worse we are doing than them. trust me dear, it does no one good if you go around with these puffed eyes and cracking voice.Continue reading ““What I Remember(8)”- Nayana Nair”