“What are we doing now?” – Nayana Nair

Another chanceto get our highfrom the powdered dust of dreams,from digging desperately, getting closer to the voiceof the demons we buried just yesterday,breaking nails and curfews tosave the skins we can’t live without. Another chanceat making a home,choosing colors for our ceilings,choosing the sides we will sleep on,choosing not to be the ones we haveContinue reading ““What are we doing now?” – Nayana Nair”

“Summer Mood” – Nayana Nair

my feet relentlessly insiston burning themselvesfor the sake of summer mood. i wear a shirt too big for me.a wear a smile a bit too small.i wear the worry of my parents on my neck. i feel their fearwhen i smile back at strangers.i pretend to be the sand that no one can hurt.i pretendContinue reading ““Summer Mood” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (20)” – Nayana Nair

I am told I am not wise,that I do not have the intellect that could make anyone swoon over me.I try too hard, put too much effortto be considered worth protecting.I rank even lower on the stats of beauty.I know that since I have found discarded paperswritten by boys-who-will-always-be-boyswho document my plummeting desirability religiously.But sinceContinue reading ““What I Remember (20)” – Nayana Nair”

“Redefining my Happiness” – Nayana Nair

so as the last effort to rescue methey came in,dressed in the ultimate cool lifestyle. they handed me all the tools that i might needto break away from the ‘sad’ in me.they filled me up with clocks that told the wrong time,told me that i would get used to the thrill of it. told meContinue reading ““Redefining my Happiness” – Nayana Nair”

“Not Cool” – Nayana Nair

Yesterday I sat myself through a video of jokes then another and then another,till I found nothing funny,till I had to stop because I was almost at the verge of taking things too seriously,at the risk of being offended on behalf of someone else.And no, being offended is not cool anymore. -x- I don’t wantContinue reading ““Not Cool” – Nayana Nair”

“Unsettling” – Nayana Nair

One day I was watching TV or I thought I was until it seemed that the boy whose silence alone was unsettling to many, the loud girl who dreams of becoming the nightmare she suffers, even the clueless proud parent who try hard to be cool were all angry, everyone was shouting not at eachContinue reading ““Unsettling” – Nayana Nair”

“Running Stream” – Nayana Nair

My hope waits for the day that this skin won’t alien, like a loss, like a counter running out of number like our voices running out of things to say. *** And my wishes for a gentler nature, or to be that cool-headed person I once read about, or to be the running stream ofContinue reading ““Running Stream” – Nayana Nair”