“Just Poems” – Nayana Nair

My mind that understands is chained and crippled by its understanding. It only tries to understand new words by comparing it to what has already written or read. It only understands feelings in terms of the pain it has given or all it has suffered. -o- So when I stand in front of the doorsContinue reading ““Just Poems” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember(5)” – Nayana Nair

No it is not an escape anymorebecauseit is not only me who is into these addictions of milder kind.All I want is what everyone already has.Don’t worry these books and music I get high ondon’t alter my perception of realitylike they used to before.So I am fine with irrelevant goals of having one more bookContinue reading ““What I Remember(5)” – Nayana Nair”

“Not Worthless” – Nayana Nair

A morning creeps up in my heart and I think this is your doing. But you do not know and probably you never will that any window that you open for me will be another measure of my failure for me. This beautiful world can only keep me entertained for so long. The positive attitudeContinue reading ““Not Worthless” – Nayana Nair”

“Edges” – Nayana Nair

There is so much to forget. To get along, to make peace with. To give up. Only so that I can continue to be entertained by the little happiness I have been given. There are so many egdes I must invent everyday so that I do not find this earth round, so that I doContinue reading ““Edges” – Nayana Nair”

“Driving Towards Chaos” – Nayana Nair

Now that we are past the point to be bothered and entertained with petty things, and have moved on to greater ambitions or heavier slogans. The more dense our propaganda become, the more we argue over the future we envision for people who we assume to be clueless about the perils that live among them-Continue reading ““Driving Towards Chaos” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (1)” – Nayana Nair

the floors of the uni i went to were too slippery, too shiny, crowded with too many people whom i couldn’t look at nor understand. i see people print the words of fond memories in the air when they are reminded of days when they had friends. but i do not remember anyone having friends.Continue reading ““What I Remember (1)” – Nayana Nair”