RSS Feed

Tag Archives: finger

“Better Understanding” – Nayana Nair

CV0xC_WXIAAMFZS

Her fingers brushed past my skin,
in a hurry to avoid what I am.
As if she knew what to avoid, what not to remind,
what must not be spoken – for the love to remain.

images

Only after I learnt to let my footsteps
be taken by the waves,
only after taking myself out
of every unsolved equation-
I knew enough of world to know
the scent of tears on her face,
even when her happiness was believable enough.

images

Once her fingers had brushed past my skin
in a hurry to avoid being found
as if she knew all places to hide, what not to show,
what not to be – for love to remain.

Advertisements

“Keys” – Nayana Nair

large

The keys beneath my finger
are tired of creating words and sounds,
that live too less and die too soon,
because they couldn’t breathe
in the air devoid of you.
Bigger waves of noises
drag them, drown them
and lose them to the place
where they lived before they were born.
They wait in the crowd of wannabe songs
only to become calluses of forsaken hands.

“New Scarf” – Nayana Nair

knitting-with-pink-yarn1

What really happens
when I untangle my lies
from my heart?
Could my heart bear the harshness
of cold glance?
Could my fingers really stop
knitting a new scarf of falsity?
There are better questions out there
that cannot touch or hurt me.
There are stories
where God has planted my struggles
in life of others-
for me to witness,
for me to relive,
for me to cry,
for me to heal
for me to forgive myself.

“Not There” – Nayana Nair

tumblr_mxm6opZI7N1qlq9poo3_500

Stay right beside me.
Stay till I fall asleep.
Once my eyes have given up,
on seeing the world for what it is
and failing each time.
When my hold on your fingers
loosens breath by breath.
When I finally fall asleep.
Let me dream of a love for us
that hurts little less.
Live the life that I dream of.
Even if I am not there.

“Flower” – Nayana Nair

Posted on

tumblr_m9tu25bI8S1r5g9c8o1_r2_500

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 bear fruits.
To leave this story of mine
everywhere and nowhere.
So that you may find it.
So that you may not find it.
But
I wear the last page, last leaf
with only one word, you name, written,
on my finger
as substitute for you hands
that I can no longer hold.

Mi objetivo es luminoso

Fotografío cosas..

Tajalápiz

bitácora de poemas y relatos de Leonardo Torres Londoño

FOTOCAMINJG

Lo que mis ojos ven y mi camara intenta captar.....

VAN KLEIN EN GROOT

foto's van kleine beestjes, bloemen en planten.

Fotografía de naturaleza

Pasión por la fotografía de Naturaleza.

Delatorre f/5.6

Fotografía y otras miradas

Pepe Miralles Photography

Fotografía de Naturaleza y Paisaje

POINT BLANK

...come closer

Célebes 3.0

La versión 3.0 (beta) de Célebes

Curious Hart

The Whys Woman

Hello World

Walk along with me

The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son)

I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer

The Contented Crafter

A blog containing random thoughts, bits of life, creations from my art room and tales of a cat named Orlando and a puppy named Siddy

restlessjo

Roaming, at home and abroad

Beauty lies within yourself

The only impossible journey in life is you never begin!! ~Tanvir Kaur

Detlef Gimbel - Fotografien

Faszination Fotografie

Movin' on

Meandering with camera...