“I am afraid of the ones who still see hope in me” – Nayana Nair

They are beautiful peoplewith beautiful heartand they really want to mend meand that’s scary. It is scarybecause I can’t seem to feellove or gratitudefor anyone who affirmsthat I am as bad as I imagined myself to be. It is scarybecause my disease knows meand my cure doesn’t.And the better life sounds like hellto my brokenContinue reading ““I am afraid of the ones who still see hope in me” – Nayana Nair”

“where i am going…” – Nayana Nair

you, my love, my sky,my rain, my breaking heart,the lines of my fate on my aging hands,you, my collection of books that read memore than i read them,you, the beginning of my life. i am beginning to realizethe pain of dying, the prospect of being separatedfrom the warmth of your back, from thehome the turnsContinue reading ““where i am going…” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (19)” – Nayana Nair

there are morningswhen i have forgotten how to forget.i open my eyesonly believing the dream just broken.there are morningswhen i hate myself for waking upand my body for needing reality so much. “i cannot give my heart to you”,i remind myself to say this as i gulp down a glass of chocolate milk,in case someoneContinue reading ““What I Remember (19)” – Nayana Nair”

“Keep me inside” – Nayana Nair

I can help you count everything you have. These objects have no meaning to me but I know something about life even if I don’t know everything. I know that your hands will stop shaking only if they keep counting, only when you have confirmed that you have not become poorer that you were aContinue reading ““Keep me inside” – Nayana Nair”