“Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair

“The sky is your canvas”,the book to all ailments said,“there is a joy in filling it up with life.”But as I finished my 157th sketch,as I finished my 300th one,as I finished the one with no count attached(the one I called “the limits that were stronger than me”),as I write over all that I hadContinue reading ““Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair”

“The eyes of my mother” – Nayana Nair

I planted the idea of a happy family,a happy tomorrow,into the eyes of my motherwith breaking tips of my pencilsagainst her granite eye lashes. I told her the story about the boywho is ever so sadbecause his parents didn’t care enough,who weeps on his empty birthdays,who weeps into my heart.I tell her I am notContinue reading ““The eyes of my mother” – Nayana Nair”

“Assignment” – Nayana Nair

There was that pile of paperI could never keep safe.The crossed out, always crossed out words,words always out of order,words turned beautifulonly because they dissolvedin my frustration.Only because now I cannot read themwithout effort.I must make something out of themsomething that couldn’t possibly be mine. The blue ink dripping,forming planets on unexpected letters,forming planets onContinue reading ““Assignment” – Nayana Nair”

“Now what?” – Nayana Nair

For a change I made breakfast for oneand didn’t cry over it.I didn’t turn back as he packed his favorite partsof this heavy life with me.He didn’t ask me about the things I have hidden away.I felt a bitter thankfulnessthat my memories are mine to keep,that my beautiful moments have been erased from his heart,thatContinue reading ““Now what?” – Nayana Nair”

“Backseat” – Nayana Nair

we get onto the carthat we wish was stoleni look at her (not my lover, yet),at him (my friend – we share the same passion of finding new things to be disappointed about),i look at the the small bags we have packedand realize that this is far too less to start a lifei count themContinue reading ““Backseat” – Nayana Nair”

“god’s work” – Nayana Nair

i wanted to sayplease don’t drag my godinto your selfish quest for power.please don’t turn my godinto a tool to manipulate mind.but i couldn’t say those thingsfor my god was no longer my god,he/she belonged to people who were readyto accept any lie, any crueltyto propagate their beliefs and their way of lifeto protect theirContinue reading ““god’s work” – Nayana Nair”

“White Eternity” – Nayana Nair

The gentle snow, my longing eyes, your beautiful smile- all against the landscape lost in eternal white. All these are no longer my precious memory of my everlasting love. I do not remember when you became this person who capable to such harm and such deceit. It is a shame that the you from longContinue reading ““White Eternity” – Nayana Nair”

“Count the Roads” – Nayana Nair

I didn’t see her pack her bag but I knew it was definitely hers, from the way she could drag it with such an ease. The same ease with which she dragged most things in her life. Her face twisted and moved till it found that smile that said, “Ignore me, I’m happy”. As sheContinue reading ““Count the Roads” – Nayana Nair”

“Keys” – Nayana Nair

The keys beneath my finger are tired of creating words and sounds, that live too less and die too soon, because they couldn’t breathe in the air devoid of you. Bigger waves of noises drag them, drown them and lose them to the place where they lived before they were born. They wait in theContinue reading ““Keys” – Nayana Nair”