“Counting the Pieces Left” – Nayana Nair

shadows of eveningare still in my roomthe morning rays, the flickering light bulb,your laughter, they don’t do much. cause this life of mirrored sunshines and smilesmakes me feel nothing.there is something wrong with my heartwhich you might have known all along. i toss another piece of meinto the ocean.it is one other piece of meContinue reading ““Counting the Pieces Left” – Nayana Nair”

“A Somewhat Lilac Sky” – Nayana Nair

Now that I am made of evening skies,if I move into that night,I can’t ever return.The one who tastes the morning sun,the one who kisses your lips,the one who somehow lives onwon’t be me.So let me remain this beautiful.Let us stop here.The snow would be here soonand time would bring ussmall doses of the soothingContinue reading ““A Somewhat Lilac Sky” – Nayana Nair”

“You are the difference” – Nayana Nair

On evenings such as thesewhen the all the withered flowers of my hearthave regained the life that once left them,when I have known what is it to die,when I have known how rare it is to find a road back to lifewhen I have known the pain of losing,I feel even now I can tryContinue reading ““You are the difference” – Nayana Nair”

“The Better That We Want”- Nayana Nair

Once we are done with the ritual of tea, as I leave the room with his cup and mine, I leave behind my shadow with him. That is his favorite part of his evening and he is all too happy to talk to a quieter me. He feels my shadow is somehow better than me.Continue reading ““The Better That We Want”- Nayana Nair”

“Sleeve of Silk” – Nayana Nair

An ornament blue that reminded me of your eyes. The sleeve of silk that had finally felt like mine. The black of my eyes, the blood of my lips. They took it away one by one. While you looked on almost happy to have avoided my fate. My life became colored with a dazzling redContinue reading ““Sleeve of Silk” – Nayana Nair”

“Flower” – Nayana Nair

I pluck one leaf at a time from this flower, this script my life is. I throw them from bridges on cold evenings. I bury them in the soil that soils their print with time. I burn them to ashes, so they won’t smell the same. I hang them on trees that will never bearContinue reading ““Flower” – Nayana Nair”