“where our days end” – Nayana Nair

She makes circles on the back of my hand.She writes “love” again and again on my skinso that I don’t forget her.She writes “love” again and again with her fingersso that she may not forget I am still not lost to her.That I can be different as long as she sees me for meand sheContinue reading ““where our days end” – Nayana Nair”

“Eavesdrop” – Nayana Nair

From my empty room,from the edge of my personal cliff,I looked into the windows of strangers,looked over their shoulder at texts they write,looked at the pages where their bookmark rests,silently waited at the edge of my chairtrying to overhear responses to the big questions. And all I have known by prying so hardis that thereContinue reading ““Eavesdrop” – Nayana Nair”

“The Little Blood I Have” – Nayana Nair

I looked up at the confused giants and puzzled at their ugly voices and deformed faces, how they hold onto stones and branches how they hold onto papers, and threw each other off cliffs. But what made me sadder was that no one who was thrown off those cliffs ever died. They just keep comingContinue reading ““The Little Blood I Have” – Nayana Nair”