that’s where my anger lives on the mud stains of a size 7 shoesswimming on the white floor of my small apartment. in the plants uprooted, in the marigolds strewnand trampled on, in the light that smiles nonetheless. on the streets where lives my fear – that finds meand almost kills me, every time iContinue reading ““in the light that smiles nonetheless” – Nayana Nair”
On Sundays, I wear the purple summer dressthat I once promised myself I would never wear.I paint my nails, I color my lips, and I open the windows in me.I become someone I was taught to hate, I try to breakmy hatred with my smile.I let myself be reignedby the greed for beautiful, sweet, shiningContinue reading ““Delicate” – Nayana Nair”
Look at the sky that clings to its delicate drops of light, forgetting they are suns.
This life. These people. Who can shatter at least impact. But I suppose we live in denial. For I don’t think that we will be living this life as we are if we knew how delicate it is. I imagine you hands and their gentle grip. You lips, how they curl when they smile, andContinue reading ““Promised Destiny”- Nayana Nair”