“Lost Coin” – Nayana Nair

I wanted to tell himthat I went back to the fountainthe one made of moon marblein the neighborhood made of coal,and I fished for his wishes,the forgotten cold coins, that once I believed I could find himin the things he left behindand I was wrong.I could only see the lingering complainsand the eventual hatein theContinue reading ““Lost Coin” – Nayana Nair”

“Not So Bad” – Nayana Nair

he sings the most beautiful song.so beautifulthat the sky becomes a reflection of the heartthat he can barely carry in himself.the words on his lipsthey break, they sound different,feel different,they sound like the first cry of a baby-the violent coming to life.they run and collide and shatteragainst the rough indifferent surfaceof this dying world, aContinue reading ““Not So Bad” – Nayana Nair”

“Far too valuable” – Nayana Nair

My plate and my half eaten meal, they remind you of all the times when I have wasted things, far too valuable. The trinkets that I treasure. The coins that cannot buy anything. The souvenirs that have lost meaning, the people without memories. This city in my mind, I keep alive by not breathing. YouContinue reading ““Far too valuable” – Nayana Nair”