“The city that won’t decompose” – Nayana Nair

Some days I am thankful to the wallsthat never broke down when I did,that looms up to the heightsthat seem more beautiful than sad(on certain days at least). The tiny tiles, the cemented words in me-they were supposed to be who I am,they were meant to decomposewhen I chose to change my ways,when I choseContinue reading ““The city that won’t decompose” – Nayana Nair”

“Substitute of Light” – Nayana Nair

Here in this night glowing with memories placed as substitute of light in the face of storm, I sit with all the words my body clung to in spite of its bare, aging and passing spring. I scratch out all the definitions of what I am from the paper that seemed to once shine andContinue reading ““Substitute of Light” – Nayana Nair”

“Dull Decorations” – Nayana Nair

Today as I ate, as I looked around at the woodwork, at the dull decorations on the wall, at the TV show without sound, as I made way from lifting spoon again and again swallowing my way through the alieniating conversation, through the one chunk of time filled with boredom to the next changing intoContinue reading ““Dull Decorations” – Nayana Nair”

“In the Image of” – Nayana Nair

I am not talking about enhancing my likability here. But just to be taken seriously I need to like certain things, I need to act certain way. I need to fill forms whenever I meet someone new, whenever I meet them again. Am I capable? Am I an intellectual (of the right kind)? Am IContinue reading ““In the Image of” – Nayana Nair”

“Lovable Beings” – Nayana Nair

The familiar images of a girl with strength and a guy with heart and feelings that can be reasoned. I found them everywhere in stories but not in life. Mostly they were just weak people who learnt how to live with their heart. And loved and let themselves be loved with the faults that theyContinue reading ““Lovable Beings” – Nayana Nair”

“Days to come” – Nayana Nair

The trees don’t whisper, don’t console me with lies that they have heard too many times. They tell me that this sorrow won’t go away atleast not without me. That there will be days I will look at the empty chair opposite me and my coffee would taste of tears. Days when I would wakeContinue reading ““Days to come” – Nayana Nair”

“Must be Lived” – Nayana Nair

By the grave of your every love, I have cried for nights. For the love they took to their graves and the life you have lost. This life that demands me to suffer without hope. This ocean that I never thought my feet would touch. The night seem so lonely, not having someone to lookContinue reading ““Must be Lived” – Nayana Nair”