Today I realized what to call all that I have been reading for so long.A person I didn’t mean to overhear called it ‘a sense of urgency’-the desire to save this world as soon as possible. It seems the enemies are too many.I saw many names in the list of these enemies that I silentlyContinue reading ““Sense of Urgency” – Nayana Nair”
the ones we sign our valentine cards to,the ones we tie ourselves to for lifewait for us to die (or some form of death) to become free.their heart is full of love – only not for us. they tiptoe at night to bury their crimesand demand honesty only when it suits what they have inContinue reading ““Tiptoe” – Nayana Nair”
That day when it rained of bruised and dying birds of feathers marked with colors only an arrogant and confident cruelty can cause, everyone looked about for an umbrella to protect themselves from this vision that they didn’t want to witness. This was not the historic moment that they wanted to be part of. IContinue reading ““Part and Parcel” – Nayana Nair”
I have waited and dreaded this moment where all my memories come rushing back in and all my sins outweigh the suffering I had and nothing I could tell myself will absolve me from my crimes. I can look back and say “I was immature and I didn’t know enough.” But is that enough? ButContinue reading ““Does it make sense” – Nayana Nair”
Spare me from your prayers and spare me from your hearts. I do not yearn for heaven for I never believed it from the start. Spare me from your world. The fear and resentment of being left beind feels less like resentment each day. The reality of life the pain I have given myself turnsContinue reading ““Spare me” – Nayana Nair”
My dear, Our hands muddied with smaller crimes and greater guilts, are the only hands that we have to hold each other. Our faults make up this love is the only love that can survive the deaths of our hope and trust in each other.
“There are many ways to commit suicide. Those who try to kill the body violate God’s law. Those who try to kill the soul also violate God’s law, even though their crime is less visible to others.” -“By the river Piedra I sat down and wept” by Paulo Coelho ***