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”
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”
the truth isi have loved youmore than what my heart could take. for yearsthe only moment i loved myself, felt proud of myselfwere the ones where i put my better judgement in the drain,were the ones where i clinged onto you even as you made me cry,were the ones where i suffocated and killed myContinue reading ““to the one who loved everything true” – Nayana Nair”
why is it so that i can only choose love if i let myself look weak.it should have been easy to look weak and crumbling, when that is what i feel all the time.but it isn’t easy.maybe because the weakness of my heart has never made me look incompetent,it just made me look cold andContinue reading ““What do you know?” – Nayana Nair”
Once the shade of the shutters are rolled down,once I am left on my own,reason and explanation rush in,try to cling and climb up the cracks of my heart,and the folds of my brain,trying desperately to stop meto reach out, to find mein the fog of fear. But I am already far ahead,my hands reachContinue reading ““On My Own” – Nayana Nair”
We sit here all day, in our own corners.The only corner that we could save from the world that we left.The only piece of happiness we decided to carry on ourselvesbecause we didn’t wanted to be considered pitiful for clinging to something.Because once we thought that feelings such as these are only hindrance.Because we sawContinue reading ““Weeds of our Garden” – Nayana Nair”
How long will my broken heart cling to your skin knowing that the boundaries of reality and happiness are drawn where we meet. How long can we stand on either side of this fate that we are afraid of, that we are drawn to in spite of our fear.
Look at the sky that clings to its delicate drops of light, forgetting they are suns.
The street is lined with houses that have forgotten how to breathe anything but neglect. There are broken windows through which I see hopeful eyes staring and crying trapped in homes that reek of wait that yields more wait. The street is lined with trees that never grew. The roads cling to the snow thatContinue reading ““Walking Home” – Nayana Nair”
There are sorrows too shallow to be indulged in, too gray to strike anyone’s eye. There are sorrows that are only mine, That hum in my ears as I struggle to sleep. These are the sorrows that define our life. and destroy our peace. Sorrow born out of dreams that never got a chance toContinue reading ““Hum in my ears” – Nayana Nair”