i close all the doorsas if a storm in coming,as if closed doors can protect me from something so huge,as if hiding is a better option than fleeing.‘i wish i had created more places to hide in my life’i thought this as tried to burn all my best clothesas if i will freeze to deathContinue reading ““A Dying Storm” – Nayana Nair”
By the grave of your every love, I have cried for nights. For the love they took to their graves and the life you have lost. This life that demands me to suffer without hope. This ocean that I never thought my feet would touch. The night seem so lonely, not having someone to lookContinue reading ““Must be Lived” – 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.