“Fumbling for better words, better me ” – Nayana Nair

I find myself trappedbetween forgiveness and frustration. How often have I saidthat I want to be your strength.How easy it was to say itwhen I didn’t really know you or me. But nowwhen your breaking and my sadnessis of your makingI am fumbling for better words- words that can show my heartthat aches for youContinue reading ““Fumbling for better words, better me ” – Nayana Nair”

“Black Pond” – Nayana Nair

As I climb,my steps remembered the shoes I once hadthe ones that didn’t hurt so muchand how hands of mine that hacked through themjust to become my own person,some sort of grown-up.I climbed over the yellow soft dressand the light that it caughtjust to get this, this body that looks held togetherbut is not(this bodyContinue reading ““Black Pond” – Nayana Nair”

“the shadow at the foot of my bed” – Nayana Nair

today is the birthday of one another oddity of mine.on a day like this,few calendars agoi learnt how to turn my helplessness into my charm.i learnt to fill the glasses, the throats of everyone i knowwith something sweet, with a taste they can’t name.i learnt to become something that can’t be known or hurt.in myContinue reading ““the shadow at the foot of my bed” – Nayana Nair”