“one more person” – Nayana Nair

the one thing i can’t beis honest.though there are many other adjectivesthat stare at mefrom their balconies at midnightas i walk and crawl through the dirt road,through the pool of lights,crying and shouting and breaking dreamsin every home that i pass by.i hear them shaking their headswith disapproval and hopelessness.i look at their hazy shadowsandContinue reading ““one more person” – Nayana Nair”

“fairy tales” – Nayana Nair

a broken endwith a light(a lighter duller than me)touches me.someonesays the magic words,the loathsome wordsthat make me the old alice.i am made to leavethe seat, the home,the dream, the rightsthat are too big for me.they leave me a tiny suitcasesfilled with fancy dressesmade of used socks and handkerchiefs.they are cute,they are kind,they have read theirContinue reading ““fairy tales” – Nayana Nair”