“Cheap Literature” – Nayana Nair

Don’t ask which part of meare easier to love. I have tried so hardto become someone who cannot be be lovedwithout effort or tears. My faith in love,my faith in those who loveor it’s absenceis not so difficult to explain. Clue: Every pop song that leaves you in shambles.Clue: The books that you call cheapContinue reading ““Cheap Literature” – Nayana Nair”

“Hope you feel the same” – Nayana Nair

I read about the life you left behind.About the days when love couldn’t protect anyone.Days when there rose a necessary evil in you.It seems once you were good enough to fall for the traps that I live in.I wish I had known the fragile you,but maybe it is all for the best,for my cruelty walksContinue reading ““Hope you feel the same” – Nayana Nair”

“Saviour” – Nayana Nair

This sad heart of yours,this heart that I love the most,I wondered oncewhy it couldn’t rise above what it is suffering fromeven when you have me.Why as I sit with you talking about myselfyou smile as if trying to contain the tears that you won’t be able to explain. x I have always felt thatContinue reading ““Saviour” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (3)” – Nayana Nair

  somehow that is where i always found myself. crushed between the expectation that i had from myself, even if these expectation in no way could be ever called achievement, even if i could fulfill them. maybe that is precisely why i felt so crushed when my plans didn’t work out. it was not becauseContinue reading ““What I Remember (3)” – Nayana Nair”

“Must feel the same” – Nayana Nair

All sorrows don’t have the same weight. And sometime its weight is not related to the reason of the sorrow, but on the person who endures it. And there is always something worse that could happen in everyone’s life. Our sufferings may not be equal. Our tears may not be of same hue. But aContinue reading ““Must feel the same” – Nayana Nair”

“Safer Words” – Nayana Nair

I can’t write my life. There is so much to what I am, that is not supposed to be written. There is so much that I can’t explain. There is so much I can’t hear myself. It’s not only the prying eyes of the world that stops my ink, that makes me cross out certainContinue reading ““Safer Words” – Nayana Nair”