“The Year of Frost Starts” – Nayana Nair

You walk in with a cake of rust,two hours late.You kiss me ,wait for me to smile,to say thanks,to make another offering of myselfat your shrine. You tell me of love,the only love that you cannotget out of your heart.This love that suffocates you these daysmore than before.How my face asks for too much,even whenContinue reading ““The Year of Frost Starts” – Nayana Nair”

“Beautiful” – Nayana Nair

You are beautiful, because whenever you are amused, surprised, sleepy, curious, interested or irritated, you look like a child who can hold my hand and be really happy when I offer you the cheapest candy. And I can be the child who feels pride because of your smile. So even if I am gifting youContinue reading ““Beautiful” – Nayana Nair”