“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”

“Well” – Nayana Nair

I left my thirst in your well-the only way to get rid of it,get rid of it I must.For three seasons I filled it up with dirt.I waited for rains to hide my steps, to hide what I have done.I built few hills every time you crossed my thought.I built it with love. I builtContinue reading ““Well” – Nayana Nair”

“Asking for More” – Nayana Nair

The lost all gather at the same door as I. They shout, yell and cry. Praise and tell lies. To be taken in. To be cared for. To be chosen. To be looked at, even once. Do they also feel smaller for standing here and waiting, for asking things whose void eats you up. ThisContinue reading ““Asking for More” – Nayana Nair”

“Murky Waters” – Nayana Nair

As I drop one stone after other into the murky waters with dust that never settles. I find sounds in the air, forming words which were almost lost under the blankets of pain. I do not try to find the one who cried out these words. I just add them to the stones that areContinue reading ““Murky Waters” – Nayana Nair”