“Always Shining” – Nayana Nair

. Are they finally drowning?The sails, the flags, the songsthe party, and the expensive backless silks.The rings and guns and blood shining.Always shining.They are finally coming for us.We will again have someone’s face in front of usat least for a whileand we will sing songsthat they have no choice but to listen to.The cries andContinue reading ““Always Shining” – Nayana Nair”

“Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair

“The sky is your canvas”,the book to all ailments said,“there is a joy in filling it up with life.”But as I finished my 157th sketch,as I finished my 300th one,as I finished the one with no count attached(the one I called “the limits that were stronger than me”),as I write over all that I hadContinue reading ““Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair”

“Wedding Photos” – Nayana Nair

It was like magicrunning the highlighter, the bright crayonover the sepia hands of her.She didn’t complain or cryas we ruined another photograph of hers,as we tried to hide the evidenceof her failed love, our failing life. We cut her out, moved her awayfrom the one who looked like us.We placed her side of story, herContinue reading ““Wedding Photos” – Nayana Nair”

“The eyes of my mother” – Nayana Nair

I planted the idea of a happy family,a happy tomorrow,into the eyes of my motherwith breaking tips of my pencilsagainst her granite eye lashes. I told her the story about the boywho is ever so sadbecause his parents didn’t care enough,who weeps on his empty birthdays,who weeps into my heart.I tell her I am notContinue reading ““The eyes of my mother” – Nayana Nair”

“Temperaments and Thoughts” – Nayana Nair

We once loved this worldmore than ourselves.Now we just like everythingonly as much as our own temperaments and thoughts permit. The oranges reminds him of view from his broken home,the sour taste of everything that should have been beautiful. The glowing beads fill my mind with the images of meaningless gifts,the faces of men andContinue reading ““Temperaments and Thoughts” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (29)” – Nayana Nair

At a bus stand in front of mall (that I have never been to)I learnt how to wait and how to live with disappointmentswithout making a big deal of it. In the bracket of an hour, I grew smaller than I ever thought I could be.“this is what love does to you, this is whatContinue reading ““What I Remember (29)” – Nayana Nair”

“Variant of Love” – Nayana Nair

You held me as I broke again and again.Your warm chest tried to hold me, to keep me alive.I couldn’t cry anymoreI felt indebted to you I loved you. You left me againin the crowd that you promised to protect me from.I called you, your number and you name-becoming useless to me with each passingContinue reading ““Variant of Love” – Nayana Nair”

“The only way to be complete” – Nayana Nair

I sit on the cold boulderand film everything, just like I am told.I am told, only for today,I should stop sewing myself up haphazardly,messing up the live-stream,and talking about things that will never happen.I have been told to put a holdon the wonderful manipulation that does no goodto any effort my mind putsin fixing thingsContinue reading ““The only way to be complete” – Nayana Nair”

“Pendulums and Spirit Animals” – Nayana Nair

In my beautiful dreamsI run to you, as if you are my body,as if I cannot press play without your hands,as if the world won’t come into my graspwithout your skin. When my eyes open,I don’t mind losing the worldif it helps me get rid of you. An animal in me cries out your nameContinue reading ““Pendulums and Spirit Animals” – Nayana Nair”

“one more person” – Nayana Nair

the one thing i can’t beis honest.though there are many other adjectivesthat stare at mefrom their balconies at midnightas i walk and crawl through the dirt road,through the pool of lights,crying and shouting and breaking dreamsin every home that i pass by.i hear them shaking their headswith disapproval and hopelessness.i look at their hazy shadowsandContinue reading ““one more person” – Nayana Nair”