“Two Cups” – Nayana Nair

I don’t drink coffee.I quit long ago, don’t remember why.I quit long ago, you haven’t just noticed yet.Nevertheless there are two cups on this table.that is all it takesto make me feel that we are strangers.But you are the only stranger who loves me.You only love me because you don’t know me.That is all itContinue reading ““Two Cups” – Nayana Nair”

“Redraw” – Nayana Nair

Every time I held your hand, I felt it.Your blood, your voice, your mindtaking a step back, a silent declaration, “I can only love you this much”. ~ I stood on the lines I am not meant to cross.I shifted uncomfortably from one leg to another,afraid what my next step could do to your heart.WonderingContinue reading ““Redraw” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (17)” – Nayana Nair

those who spent their liveswrecking their hands to mould me into something better,tried fruitlessly to break me without pain,to break me and make me into somethingthat would be accepted by this world.they showered me with love so i won’t know, won’t remember how much it pained me or how much it hurt themto have giftedContinue reading ““What I Remember (17)” – Nayana Nair”

“Keeping alive the happy me” – Nayana Nair

My day to day wanderings take me to places and people (and websites) who have never known a happy me. I ask them “am i fine today?” and they answer “yes”. So I search the map for a river in a distant city to cry by. So that they continue answering ‘yes’. So I canContinue reading ““Keeping alive the happy me” – Nayana Nair”

“Afloat” – Nayana Nair

I find myself more broken that I was before.I find myself praying to every deity who did me wrong,who never cared,praying that they changed their mind,hoping that maybe today they will find me pitiful enoughand finally see me as one of their child. -x- And while they continue to stay silent and cruel and distant,IContinue reading ““Afloat” – Nayana Nair”

“Root” – Nayana Nair

Everything that reminds me of what I was leaves me helpless. Everything that tells me of what I could be leaves me expecting, makes my skin weak, makes the wound stay. All the right word you utter is like the air carrying scents of a distant garden. The garden that I will never see, forContinue reading ““Root” – Nayana Nair”