"let me wake up" – Nayana Nair

someone whisperedyou are specialand i knew that this is sleep(the pleasantly confusing side),that this is a memory of somethingthat will never happen again (should i be sad?).paper dolls hurried me down the aisleof a supermarket, opening up packets and packetsof laughter that I had not yet paid for(should i be worried?)They made me stand atContinue reading “"let me wake up" – Nayana Nair”

“Where I Stop” – Nayana Nair

Every few days I feel the urge to get out of this house that feels so full of myself. Guilt of a comfortable life forces me out, so I take a stroll through supermarket. I wish I said that I went to a park but I didn’t. But I do remember going there once orContinue reading ““Where I Stop” – 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”