I finally sit with people who have owned my mind,who have left it astray,who have come back at inopportune momentsto claim a bit of my peace for their own heart. They say guilt keeps them awake at nights.They say they need me once again.They need to see the smile of another victimto convince themselves thatContinue reading ““The owners of my mind” – Nayana Nair”
From my grip I lose yet another word- now alien to my lips and life. From the corner of my eyes, I watch it die the same death as me. Now the stories I told myself have become a little more unreasonable, when the words and ideas that I took as absolute turned out toContinue reading ““Absolutes” – Nayana Nair”
My house on hills and its silence are always occupied in a duel with the wartime echoes from far away lands, with the agonizing voices of reality. Even if I surround my house with the greenest trees, place cool streams around. Even if I cloud my windows with curtains of smoke. Even if I barterContinue reading ““Whale Songs” – Nayana Nair”
I once wrote a beautiful poem which sounded like a happy child playing in an empty church. The echoes of his laughter and footsteps playing in a never ending loop. But I have never been a happy child. I have never been to a church. The poem was beautiful. It was just not me.