“Part and Parcel” – 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”

“All the Time” – Nayana Nair

Some part of me is lighted up today in the light that is most probably your doing. And when the light hits the less cared for parts of me contrary to the expectations and images of decay that ate me away and the dust that filled me up, what I see is an empty expanse.Continue reading ““All the Time” – Nayana Nair”

“Imagining Difficulties” – Nayana Nair

The difficulty of looking at empty roads and imagining a crowd in which I could search for you. Of looking at our life imagining difficulties, imagining hurdles to cross to reach you. But here you are separated from me by a sheet of decaying skin. You are painfully near and no guides have been writtenContinue reading ““Imagining Difficulties” – Nayana Nair”

“Forever” – Nayana Nair

There are ruins of hearts hiding in the secluded places that refuse to vanish into this decaying world. Stagnancy is not an accurate word to describe the beauty of these corners, where the caresses of sunlight and wind are trapped forever. There are places that hold the touch of the ones the world has lost.Continue reading ““Forever” – Nayana Nair”

“River” – Nayana Nair

Rivers of people crowded the alleys of my mind. Every thought of mine had to go through them. And they were relentless. By the time it made through them, it was not the same. That beautiful new born thought had turned into a old stranger. I learned one thing that I can never have aContinue reading ““River” – Nayana Nair”


The breaths not taken are accumulating. It mixes with the tears not shed. Creates a poison that lingers in my thought but doesn’t flow into my blood. To keep me barely alive to suffer. Suffer from a poison of my own making. Slowly I forget one small detail at a time. I realize it onlyContinue reading ““PLAYGROUNDS”-Nayana Nair”